I'm revisiting Apologies to the Queen Mary for the first time in years, and it's so weird. It's like a time-capsule back to who I was five, six years ago, seen through the lens of what I appreciated in the music I listened to. Songs I used to find lacking have become highlights (Fancy Claps) and vice versa (Same Ghost Every Night), and even beyond my qualitative judgments on the music's artistic merit, it just kind of sounds different. I have such a broader knowledge of music now, a broader context within which to fit this album and determine what it is I like about it and why, and how all that relates to the other music I listen to. It sounds smaller, I think, because I already know the album inside and out, all the little musical details, but the impact is diminished by time and distance.
I kind of see why Drew purges his RYM account so much. My appreciation of music is constantly changing, and it's impossible to say what my "rating" of an album would be at any given moment other than the moment(s) in which I'm actively listening to it, and then I try to look at my music collection in some sort of panoramic view and rank things and think about what I like more and what that says about me as a person and it's just overwhelming.
When I first heard AttQM I used to think it was messy and weird in a slightly good but also not good kind of way, but today it's like this emotionally skeletal state of consciousness kind of...you know...that.