Twenty or so years ago, while waiting to pick up my oldest daughter from kindergarten, I would sit in the car and listen to the Rolling Stones album Exile on Main St.
I knew there was something special about it, but I really couldn’t understand what it was. After a while of listening, I started hearing wonderful things emerge from its weary murk. The countrified blues would rock with extra power. The over-lapping rhythm guitars of Keith Richards and Mick Taylor at times were in battle going over and under each other. At other times, they were playing together as if one thick, juicy riff.
By the end of the school year I came to believe that Exile is the greatest album in all of rock & roll (but don’t get confused, greatest album doesn’t mean it’s my favorite album - a subject for another day).
If you play an album several times and you find there’s nothing at all that grabs you, throw it out. But if you think there’s something there, anything, hang on a little bit longer.
Music, like quality single-malt Scotch, fine cigars, and all great art, once you do acquire a taste for these things, you’ll never be as satisfied with anything else.