Yes, yes, yes! One of the all-time greatest albums ever. However, this quote:
...neatly captures one of my hot buttons. Our apps, programs, and player devices have lost all respect for the sanctity of music. Music is not just something to fill the air with sound. Radio DJs who cared (remember them?) tried hard to keep their segues clean; they showed respect for the sanctity of music. The cuts of an album are assembled with care to keep the energy and flow moving consistently; when there are abrupt changes, they're there for effect. (Haydn's Surprise Symphony, anyone?) These modern contraptions are too often built upon an abhorrence of silence, as if their very purpose is to ensure that the listener never be allowed to sit, alone, basking in her own thoughts.
If I want to stop after Welcome to the Machine and sit in silence while contemplating the wave of resulting emotions, I damn well should be able to. And when I start clicking around, in silence, looking for something else to continue the mood, I damn well don't want 2-second snippets of Pete Miser, Joe Jackson, and Alison Brown coming at me, even though they're all in my collection.
One of my rules is that once a song starts, it's never cut off abruptly. I listen to the end (even if I'm gritting my teeth) or I gently fade it out.
The sanctity of music. We're rapidly losing it, and it makes me sad. Perhaps I'll go listen to Wish You Were Here to cheer myself up...