Or until we've listened to it so much that we're sick of it so we send it to the bottom of the stack where we promptly forget about it until I'm so sick of the next CD that I go frantically rooting through all the forsaken CDs because I need something new for the love of god.
And because I'm pathetically nostalgic and because I always have particularly strong emotional feeling for every passing summer, the music that I listen to from May until September is always laced with sentimentality whenever I listen during the off season.
And because now is officially the off season, I'm sitting here pining for the days when the new albums from bands like Bon Iver and My Morning Jacket were blasting from my speakers and I was all THIS. IS. MY. JAM. because this sound was new and the windows were down and I was going somewhere fun like the beach.
So join me,