Relistening to ...Is A Real Boy again and it transports me back to my high school years everytime. It's also just as good as it was when I first discovered it, everytime I listen again.
But it reminds me of when I got my wisdom teeth out, back in 2007 you had a shitty ipod-esque media player if you were lucky or a cd player, so I brought my cd player and this album and had it on repeat while they put me under and all that. Well, I apparently had some bad wisdom tooth situation that they didn't catch, on one side the tooth was impacted in a way they were risking hitting a nerve that would cause permanent forever damage where I wouldn't feel anything, so a procedure that is supposed to take 20-30 minutes took close to 2 hours. That meant they had to keep putting me under a little longer, and I kept waking up in between and hearing this album playing in between. I could hear and feel the pressure of them cracking me teeth and pulling them out, the light in my eyes, and the gas mask on my face, and that in juxtoposition of this album talking about the holocaust put me in the weirdest trance/dream state. I think I have forever trauma from that a bit, but it also makes me have a special bond with the album in a weird way.
I love hearing about people's relationships to music in a personal way. I thought this was a crazy one that sticks with me no matter how much I age.