Maybe it’s because I haven’t heard it since just after it came out. I barely remember having heard it before at all.
I’m sure that the bulk of the times I heard it were either in Studio Art with Mr. Day, which I took as a senior instead of a freshman like most normal people did; or in Brent “The Diesel” Williamson’s physics class that same year; or some other indiscriminate and inappropriate time during my last year of high school.
I’m convinced it has something to do with the fact that I couldn’t appreciate it at the time. The lyrics were so obscure, and made me feel like I was walking in on the middle of a conversation I would never be able to understand.
Maybe it’s the riddle of the unabashed reverence my classmates had for this album, and its prescient attempt at armchair hipster philosophy. So familiar with it were they that they referred to the lead singer by his first name as if he were their close personal friend. “Ed.”
Maybe it’s because after so many years of listening to Los Angeles radio and not hearing it even once, it randomly played on a Sunday in the car in Florida with my mother after church when I was not feeling very good about life or myself.
Or maybe it’s because it just fucking rocks.
Naw, it’s probably just that I was able to download it to my phone for free as a member of Amazon Prime.
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