Back in my iPod nano days, I listened to singles, and only singles. I was an impressionable middle schooler and if the radio didn’t play songs within their respective albums, then I wouldn’t either.
My older brother casually chastised me one day for only listening to “Snow (Hey Oh)” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and not the entire "Stadium Arcadium" album. Desperate to prove myself to an angsty teen four years my senior, I promptly listened to "Jupiter" and "Mars" on repeat until I could triumphantly return and claim my prowess in music.
After sauntering in, quoting a line from “Especially in Michigan” and offering my evaluations, my brother lost interest quickly.
“I don’t really like them that much,” he said. “My goal was to teach you how to appreciate music.”
Jakob had a very simple philosophy: songs are meant to be heard in the sequence and manner the artist presents them. To listen to Track 7 would be like watching 20 minutes of the middle of a movie and being satisfied.