There's nothing to watch for, entertainment-wise, when you listen, so close your eyes and "Cry, Baby, Cry" whilst smiling inside.
When I was in my early teens, so many still important-to-me albums came out, and my friend, Cecily, and I used to go to the Englishtown Auction - the happening place at the time - every weekend.
There was a stall there - one like so many others, but this one had beautiful vinyl albums, imported from England... at amazing prices.
That was our first stop every trip. Then we might run off to go dancing like Fred and Ginger to "Heaven," dancing and laughing cheek to cheek. Or find a pair of jeans to buy... Like fuel, they were a lot less expensive then.
I was so happy with my burgeoning collection; I remember getting this album when it first came out, discovering its treasures, and somehow losing it in a crate of records at my parents' house many years ago. I went off to see the world, and college too, and that was that... with two younger sisters to inherit them, I suppose. I wonder...
Would be nice to have it now, but the memory of holding that in my hands and hearing the crinkly sounds of the beginning border of the album for the first time... is really good enough for me.