This fits my theory that some artists are just fit for one or two records but not long-term consumption.
I own dozens of records by the likes of Elvis Costello, Bob Dylan, Aimee Mann, Lucinda Williams and others. I can’t imagine any of those people releasing an album I wouldn’t want to own, even if it didn’t live up to their previous work.
But other artists lose me after an album or two even if I never stop liking what I hear. It’s as if the notion of having three, four, five, six, a dozen, records by those artists is just wrong by default.
Obviously many fans have every Travis album, and perhaps feel the need to own no more than a couple by Elvis Costello or Bob Dylan.
Perhaps it has more to do with the timing of discovery than anything else.
I had a thought all to myself
As I contemplated the moonlight
We’ve got it all, we’ve got it made
I don’t know how I got here
But I’m holding on for the crash
Pull myself out of the moon
I know I’ll never go there but
It’s shining down from up on high
We got it made, we got it made
I don’t know what we gotta make
Sooner or later we die
We’re apart, go to pieces
While I go to sleep
Look into my heart, oh baby
Don’t become a part of the past
You can be a part of the key
Don’t turn away, don’t run away
Don’t leave me hanging by a thread
Shine a little love down on me
We’re in love, make your peace
Wasting time is all you need
Walking down this hill tonight
I had a thought it was my own
Moon swept by the clouds and save the starlight
Or shall I be or shall I not be
I don’t know I just don’t
Feel like it tonight