Imagine a race car driver and his pit crew waking up in the 18-wheeler's living quarters, coffee going, guys putting on shoes, getting dressed in silence. Sun starting to break through the windows. The driver slips into his fire suit. The crew is plugging in walkie talkies. It's race day. The only sound is Good Morning blasting out the speakers. The whole atmosphere smelled of glory and passion, fear and potential. You hear an engine start in the distance like a dragon's yawn. The day was upon us and Kanye made the perfect soundtrack. I'm sure there are thousands of memories like this and that's literally why I love music. One of the best albums of all time.