Remembering tonight, and feeling once again, the excitement first felt over fifty years ago .... maybe fifty-five even.
The night before the day of release, of an album I've been aware of and anticipating greatly for several months.
Looking forward to the new sounds about to be heard.
And if somehow the initial impression isn't up to what I'm hoping for .... allowing the time needed to appreciate it for its own qualities and changing or alternate directions.
The anticipation is real.
For a record collector, the thrill of this moment is genuine.
Even all these years later, it apparently never fades away.
Lessened (slightly), only by waiting for the notification that it has arrived at your front door or in your snail mailbox as opposed to the drive to and from the record store.
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