Sometimes an album gathers an historical relation that does not fit it. On the morning of September 11th, 2001, I got up at seven-thirty and walked to school, for the first day of my first full week in university. It was when my professor walked up to the front of the auditorium in tears that I learned what was going on in the world. It seemed so unbelievable. After class, I kind of numbly went through the motions of the day, and it being Tuesday, I went to the local music store, and picked up this album, which had been released that morning. The place was a ghost town. I got home and turned on CNN, and after a minute, aghast, I hit mute. I hauled my stereo upstairs and put on this CD, listening to it at low volume on repeat, watching the news silently, for hours.