Also, now that I am a Genuine Amateur Recording Artist, I can appreciate much more of this kaleidoscopic opus, from the ingenuity in wresting innovative recording techniques from big heavy tube gear and analog tape to the sizeable brass willies it must have taken to present a "rock n' roll" song orchestrated like a straight-up classical Indian raga. "Remember Hard Day's Night, folks? Well, fuck you!"
I can't even figure out what some of those instruments are. And God bless George Martin - lest we forget, he arranged all those string parts and played the fancy keyboard shit Paul couldn't manage.
Must be something about the intimacy of headphones, but it's like I'm hearing it all for the first time again tonight. Also, long live the album, even in the age of MP3s and ringtones. That is all.