Wifey and I used to live in a flat above a chap who was a baker. He'd be off out to work really early every morning - depending on my shift I'd sometimes pass him getting into/out-of is old Vauxhall van. For the two years we were there he had the same cassette tape in the car and it was wired in with the ignition - Dire Straits' Brothers in Arms. It was as though this album had become part of the car's general sound and that it couldn't run without it any less than it could its tappet or exhaust noises.
I loved this album at first but after two years of this 4am abuse it became like white noise to me. It does nothing for me any more. I suppose this is why (when I did a recent audit of my CD collection) I didn't care one jot when I found the only one missing from its CD case was Brothers in Arms.
Like my once beloved Queen played endlessly on R2 - and on furniture adverts - very good music can be ruined through over playing it. So my new CDs are staying out of my car where they tend to get left and ruined in the same way. (I think we can all be guilty of it.)