On the gestational period of music enjoyment

[serinde]

per previous post.

When sweh switched his allegiance to MP3, he gave me what minidiscs he had. These included Art of Noise's greatest hits. I knew their cover of the Peter Gunn theme, and liked it (especially the video, which is a hoot), but was just sort of "meh whatever" on listening to the disc and left it in the stack.

Months later, now, I picked it up on a whim (I don't have all that many discs, so sometimes I'll listen to just about anything just because it's different) and *wham* all of a sudden, I'm really enjoying it. This has happened before with a number of other albums, too: I'll give it one listen, shrug, leave it alone for months, then suddenly NEED TO HEAR IT RIGHT NOW ARG. Insta-love like I had for Songs for the Deaf is much rarer for me.

(This is not to be confused with the "getting into it because your spouse listens to it constantly" phenomenon, which is how I came to Kerbdog fandom, for instance.)

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[missionista.livejournal.com]

Embarassingly enough, this very phenomenon (listen, say meh, run to hear it again months later) is how I began liking the Grateful Dead. Went through a period of several years where I listened to them a lot. Haven't listened to any of it for a long while now though.