First listen (circa 2004, 15-year-old self): What? What is this? How is this considered good? What is he doing with his voice? Whaaa?
Second listen (days later): Heh. King of carrot flowers. hums along
Nth listen (weeks later): Here, little brother. Listen to this awesome music.
Subsequent listens: actively rocking out
College self: Finals week? album on repeat
Post-college (22 years old): In bed, late at night, just listening to the lyrics.
and one day we will die / and our ashes will fly / from the aeroplane over the sea / but for now we are young / let us lay in the sun / and count every beautiful thing we can see
