Rocket Boy, come home

Jets to Brazil's Perfecting Loneliness is the only album I can label as "personally transcendent."

This is not to say that other albums don't mean anything to me in various ways (nostalgia: In Utero, influence: Something to Write Home About, excellence: The Greatest Story Ever Told, etc.), but they do not approach JTB's final album in my mind. Whenever I listen to Perfecting Loneliness, I can remember every feeling that I've had when previously listening. Moments, memories, situations, an infinite amount of threads that lead back to those 12 tracks.

I'm not doing a great job of translating this into something you can understand, I think, but I feel like having heard/experienced Perfecting Loneliness has affected me and my personality in the years since it's release, and somehow, I feel like I'm a better person for having experienced it. And having heard the majority of it performed live on JTB's final tour is integral as well. I know that, no matter the time or place or whatever my headspace, I can listen to "The Frequency" or "Lucky Charm" or "Rocket Boy", and all will be well. And for that, I am grateful.

In that, I am transcendent.