I think we're making swing the point here, which is that the truly great albums are actually telling a story. That story has a narrative arc and, by pïssing about with the order, you destroy that narrative. In the case of Bloodon the Tracks, it's the story of a doomed relationship. It goes full circle from Tangled up in Blue to Shelter from the Storm and - Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts aside - it makes sense in that order. We lose that if we stop listening to albums.