Heard it through the Snapesvine

I think the most accurate way I can describe my relationship with a brand new song, an incredible, all-encompassing one-off preview from a record that you haven’t heard yet, is with the analogy of eating an entire jar of Branston Pickle in one sitting. Each swallow, or each time the track ends, there’s an immediate sense of loss and mourning for the sensation it induced, so you just have to go around again. Mmm, pickle. Mmm, delicious new song. AGAIN. Even though each swallow burns another little hole in your stomach lining, taking the shine off a bit, you delude yourself into justifying that it is good for you. “Vegetables! Health! This song is GOOD FOR ME. What do you mean, listening to it 23 times in one sitting is going to pale its lasting impact?” And then you’ve gone and eaten the whole jar and your stomach’s on fire and you can never listen to the song again and you can’t even pair it with cheese or other songs off the record to dilute it down a little bit and you look at your bloated fiery belly and ridiculous last.fm play counts and feel so ashamed