This might not be my favorite song (I say “might” not, because it’s hard to tell, any given day), but it contains, absolutely, bar none, my favorite moment in music history – right around the twelve minute mark (yeah… it’s a fourteen minute song. It’s worth it, trust me.)
I tried to explain this to Linds mere minutes ago. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s impossible. Trying tp explain the way the last minute or so of this song completes and fulfills one of my favorite CDs is akin to trying to explain love or one’s own soul. That sounds stupid, but shouldn’t one sound stupid when trying to explain this sort of thing? 98% of the time, music is music to me. Varying quality – with even the stuff I truly enjoy merely being a backdrop to my life. This type of song, with a few select others lets me know that music can become a part of my life. It can intertwine with who I am until it’s nonsensical to try to differenetiate. People who haven’t felt that feeling, no matter which song, album, or artist, have my pity – they will never understand what music can be to a true believer.