That sensation when you discover some music, and want to listen to it over and over again. It is all so fresh and wonderful.
Second love is good, when you start to hear the lyrics, and be able to sing them. But even as you familiarise the song and get deeper into it, you lose the pleasure of the mystery. It's not first love anymore, and never will be again with that music.
At the moment, I melt with delight when I listen to songs like Pacific Street and Carry Me Home by Hem (stumbled upon Hem in the itunes store). But my obsessive relistening is gradually killing the wonder. Why can't I hold on to that first experience of the discovery of beauty…
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