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Released October 5, 1973 I was thirteen-years-old when Yellow Brick Road was released. I remember heading out to get it. Heart palpitations. Sweaty palms. I had it bad in those days. I couldn’t wait to hear it. My cousin and I talked about it for days, mapping out each movement after school on the day
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I get sucked into the shuffle moment as well, craving that jam that makes my legs pump the fastest on my bike. But Charles is right, there’s something special too, that feeling that’ll never leave me, where I pop a record on and I just can’t turn it off. There are a few of these
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The album that means the most to me, and the one I most enjoy hearing sequentially, is The Beatles. Double album, all-white cover, early pressings individually numbered. Its authors were big for awhile, but not built for the long haul. Drugs and dissonant temperaments. Happens. The whys and wherefores of my choice follow. Eventually. Every
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Every morning for the last nine days on my subway commute, I’ve been listening to Ani Difranco’s 1996 record Dilate, which is her most devastating, most lonely (and still best-selling) album. I can do this because I’m a crazy, rabid, overdoing-it kind of fan. I have 24GB of Ani’s music on my laptop. (Most of
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I’ve gotten some great essays back from people about albums they love to listen to straight through, and I’ll start posting them throughout the week. If you want to participate, there’s still time! Send your essay to me. First up: Hounds of Love – Kate BushBy Collin Kelley I succumbed to the digital age of
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Please welcome the fabulous James Hall, who is guest blogging for me while I am in Mexico. Go for it, James!
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