Remastered Indeed

Few and far in between are the times when you can revisit something familiar as though it were new;
when you can experience something you love like the first time, and remember why you fell in love with it in the first place;
when you can open the door like Dorothy and move from black and white to technicolor;
when you can forget about all the pain in your life and the misery in the world and experience pure beauty, surging through your every cell in your body;
when you feel not just your mouth but your whole body smile, not out of gallows humor, but from sheer euphoria;
when you feel young again, not out of any middling nostalgic trip or distant memory, but out of an actual feeling of rebirth;
when you remember why you own a real, honest-to-goodness stereo that can thump the beat through your body, not just an "ihome" of some sort;
when you listen to music not for distraction, not for study, not to work out, and not to just get through another day, but for the simply pleasure of doing so.

The Remastered Beatles albums, my friends, is one of those times.