Has anyone ever noticed that you can listen to an album alone a bunch of times and absolutely love everything, and then start to change your mind when you listen to it with someone else around? It’s like you change your filtering system whenever anyone else gets involved, and it takes a few alone-listens to straighten yourself out again.
I brought Badfinger’s “Magic Christian Music” to a party and tried to get my friends to listen to it past “Come and Get It”, the problem being that for every “Crimson Ship” there was a “Fisherman”. Not an easy sell, especially if you weren’t the one manning the turntable. It was way easier to put on Derek and the Dominos and just let the thing play through, which is ultimately what happened.
My belated apologies to JoAnne for dancing inappropriately with her to “Layla”, and to everyone there that night for ruining the seance. I really didn’t understand that it was all about holding hands with people and trying to scare them, and that actually communicating with the dead was not very high on the priority list.
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