Every now and then, you read something by someone that is like a giant slap of self-recognition on the forehead. You read it and jump up and say to yourself "yes! That's it! That's exactly it!"

And it's more than that, and it's all Dr. Frank.

This isn't even the weightiest part:

Is Music Appreciation always so radically subjective? I suppose at the level of obsession/fanaticism it usually is, even when you affect a kind of critical distance. It's impossible to disentangle the thread of "what it really sounds like" and the thread of "what it really means," from the thread of your experience of listening through the years. After that Bob Mould show, I put on New Day Rising for the first time in quite awhile. I paused briefly to marvel at how the New Day Rising that I remember, the one that always plays in my consciousness, "sounds" quite different from the poorly-recorded, relatively amateurish, bass-less, out of control actual recording. That lasted only a split second, though, as my mind immediately and automatically set to work filling in all the "missing" elements; the New Day Rising of the mind is far more powerful than anything that can come out of a speaker. I'm "hearing" it-- the "head version"-- now, in fact, and it's glorious. It's the Real New Day Rising. It can beat up your New Day Rising any day.

There's much more.