Monday

You know what I like? Music.

Music is like the opposite of getting fourteen mosquito bites in an afternoon in which you didn't even leave the house. That is, it's a thing I greatly enjoy. It's also the opposite of falling down several stairs. Several brick stairs. In shorts. Onto concrete. Basically, it's a good time all around.

Depending on the music, of course. Some music is shit. Or some neutral substance.

Yes, both those things happened today.

So let's get this party started. For your mental clarity, I'm trying to select the album that I would have selected at that general point in time, not necessarily what I would choose now.


1983 - It's kind of a lie to include this as a year I was alive, actually. I was only around for 3 fifty-secondths of it. Boy this is off to a bad start.

1984 - Um. Going solely by Wikipedia's listings ... nothing, seriously.

1985 - ... Nothing.

1986 - All right, here's the thing, I spent my earliest years listening to a lot of ABBA, Johnny Cash, Celtic music, Zeppelin, and cassettes of Rainbow Brite or Sesame Street.

1987 - Out Of The Blue by Debbie Gibson. YES I JUST DID THAT.

1988 - New Jersey by Bon Jovi.

1989 - Like A Prayer by Madonna.

1990 - Wilson Phillips by Wilson Phillips. (Narrowly beating out NKOTB.)

1991 - Time Passes By by Kathy Mattea.

1992 - This year and the next are the years I became officially aware of popular music. So whereas the previous years I either had one clear choice, or was struggling to find something, I now have a Cambrian Explosion of options. That said, America's Least Wanted by Ugly Kid Joe.

1993 - Tuesday Night Music Club by Sheryl Crow. (The first CD I ever bought myself.)

1994 - Weezer (Blue Album) by Weezer.

1995 - New Beginning by Tracy Chapman.

1996 - Tidal by Fiona Apple.

1997 - Either/Or by Elliott Smith. (A bit of a cheat, because I didn't start listening to Elliott Smith until a few years later. However, the nearest competitors would be Erykah Badu, Savage Garden, or the Spice Girls, all of which would have been equally hedging on truthfulness. I spent half this year crippled, so I read a lot.)

1998 - If You Forget Me... by Devics.

1999 - Fly by The Dixie Chicks (This year was really slim for some reason. Maybe because everyone though we were going to die?)

2000 - Ghost Stories by Amanda Ghost.

2001 - The Tyranny Of Distance by Ted Leo And The Pharmacists.

2002 - Castaways And Cutouts by The Decemberists.

2003 - Transatlanticism by Death Cab For Cutie.

2004 - More Adventurous by Rilo Kiley.

2005 - The Mysterious Production Of Eggs by Andrew Bird.

2006 - Fox Confessor Brings The Flood by Neko Case.

2007 - Made Of Bricks by Kate Nash.

2008 - Stop Drop And Roll!!! by The Foxboro Hot Tubs.


On Jenny's blog, I said, "I'm interested to see the progression from endearingly overproduced to insufferably hipster." -- I think I've done my work here.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Re 2007: Is it really necessary to mention that I was thisclose to including/selecting Made of Bricks for 2007?

No, I thought not.

Uggpdtfu.

Katy said...

See, I haven't bought much music in the past year or so and when I was my most prolific in the music buying I was wearing oversized jeans and hanging out with idiots who were permenantly stoned, carried skateboards and weren't too bright. I worry I may incriminate myself.

Kirk said...

Ugly...Kid...Joe?? Man, that puts the whole Stevie Nicks thing right in perspective. :P

I'm trying to get my head around the transition of Rainbow Brite to Custard Pie or Achilles Last Stand, and failing. Interesting childhood there.

Jenny said...

Ouch. Some of those choices caused me actual physical pain. Interestingly though, Debbie Gibson? Not one of them.

And seriously, nothing for '84? I just looked at the Wikipedia list, and it's replete with choices. Replete, I tell you! Even going by the "what I would have picked at the time" criterion, would not your infant ass have been bouncing to the strains of Cyndi Lauper's She's So Unusual?

Also: Wilson Phillips? You've got balls, my friend.

Amy said...

You're lucky New Jersey was released when it was, otherwise I would have had to go with Paula Abdul.