There are certain records that can only be listened to in those rare moments when you have the house to yourself. Thus, those records don't get played very often; they sit in a slow-moving queue, waiting their turn.
I didn't realise that John Cale's "Paris, 1919" was one of those records. I now know that it is. (Of course, his "Music For A New Society" was one of the first discs to be admitted to this exclusive club. In fact, that record, like David Sylvian's "Blemish" and Scott Walker's "Tilt", is now a record that I almost never listen to, out of an irrational fear that whatever hold it has over me may have released its grip while I wasn't looking.)
