So close to a 5 but every time I think of giving it that extra .5 something holds me back... Not sure whether it's the
vocals, that one song that doesn't live up to the rest, or merely an externality that I cannot, even for all my trying,
qualify, no matter how hard I try. It's probably apt when all's considered, for this album, and every reason, is not
without flaw (as with all things), however, it seems that maybe next time my mind will change, and I must listen to
this again (and Red and Blue Jeans another 50 times); even though I know my mind will not change. It's not that I
know my mind won't change because I know what's holding me back, but more of a strange knowing, that for
every time I listen and re-listen, something that I cannot explain makes me hold back... Maybe it's just that I've
heard this before, somewhere else, in a different time, where I was able to appreciate it fully, even for it's
numerous flaws and faults.
It is these faults; these minor imperfections, and the peculiarly personal delivery of these songs, that, in a way,
remind me of myself; although infinitely superior to myself and anything I will ever create. Maybe I'm jealous of
this album; jealous that it's the portrayal of a person I wish was myself....
Maybe this is all just strange irrationality and I should leave it that way. Maybe I can listen to Red and Blue Jeans
on repeat for the rest of my life and forget this that ails me so......
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