I guess thoughts of tomorrow's gig make me wistful because I think In the Aeroplane Over the Sea is the last rock album that completely consumed me. My brain set up camp inside that album and didn't leave it for years and I can't see another album weaving the same spell. Time has eroded the required quota of youthful passion for that to happen. So it will be with a fond but slightly dispassionate heart that I'll watch tomorrow's show, and quietly sing along to those songs packed with all that kinetic, strange, and abstract imagery that once seemed to be the centre of my world.
MP3: Neutral Milk Hotel-Two Headed Boy