It only took me about 39 listens to really start enjoying the new Wilco CD, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which, funnily enough, is the same number of outstanding used CDs being sold on the Amazon site. It’s an unusually high number for an album that received critical reviews from every known reviewer in the universe. But it’s a difficult album, and I don’t blame folks for wanting to get rid of it. It’s a combination of a high-art Beatles concept album and a minimalist commentary on Radiohead’s dark symphonies. It also doesn’t flow very organically, feeling as if the songs popped out of the daydream of a lysurgic acid affcionado. A strange and baroque little album that I’m glad I took out again, dusted off, and replayed.