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There is nothing better than your first time.

It may be awkward. It may be uncomfortable. You may be unsure. You may not understand all the words or catch all the chord progressions. But putting in/on that album and pressing play/dropping the needle on the best possible sound system you have available* to you and closing your bedroom door/email client and completely abandoning yourself to the combination of notes and words that are unique and will never be completely fresh and new again is always a spiritual experience.

(*for me right now, my gorgeous open headphones I got as a birthday gift and spent the past month burning in just so I could use them for the album I’m listening to today.)

Spiritual experiences, of course, can be glorious or horrid. I save the most ceremonial of listens for albums that cannot possibly disappoint me. Because I have seen reviews, sometimes, but also because I still have faith, which in this case equals ‘trust in a particular artist not to release anything that will crush my soul.’

Nothing else exists quite like the experience of first listens. It is beautiful. It is day-making. It is approximately an hour of bliss. 

I’m going to go lock my door now. See you on the flip side.