
When you’re as obsessive about music as I am, you’re constantly on the hunt. As frequently as I might buy a record though, I’m always listening to several new albums while I’m getting into the ones I end up buying. As much as my collection serves as a snapshot of what I was into at any given point in my life, a lot of what I was listening to is out of frame.
My Morning Jacket is one of those bands that has existed just outside of my financial commitment for a long time—especially this record. There were a number of times where I was actively debating between buying a copy of Evil Urges and something else, and Evil Urges never won out. That is, until a few months ago where a copy popped up at the right place at the right time and we reunited.
It seems that I must continue to belabor the point that there are many, many, many blind spots in my musical perspective. I am constantly in a state of confessing my ignorance of well revered artists, drawing reactions of “what do you mean you’ve never listened to…” Usually, I remind them that I like, just got into the Cure.
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