It would be interesting to plot people’s favourite years for music against their ages.
I can see the merits of 1970 and 1980, and I enjoyed both playlists. But neither comes close to the explosion of amazingness that was 1990 – the year that I first began (in the last couple of months of) listening to pop music.
Sure, you can probably argue that, objectively, Led Zepellin III or Joy Division’s Closer are better records than EMF’s “Unbelievable”. But my 12-year-old self is playing Radio 1 loud in his bedroom and can’t hear you.
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treefrogdemon at the Taj
You’ll have to imagine I’m waving to you, instead of sitting there smugly in front of the Taj Mahal. Keep in touch!
Let me tell you a tale about Maxwell the Whippet. Back in the early 70’s I had a girlfriend, Joni, She had a dog called Maxwell, he was a beautiful brindled whippet, a wonderful dog. I had a friend, David who had the use of his uncles sailboat- a 30ft Cal 30, one day he asked if we’d like to go sailing with him that weekend, I said ‘Yeah, we’d love to’.
So on the Saturday he and I and Joni and Maxwell left the Long Beach Marina and headed out to sea, when we were about 3-4 miles offshore a stiff breeze sprang up and the water became very choppy, lots of whitecaps. We were cruising along at a steady clip when suddenly Maxwell, in one splendid leap sailed over the side of the boat! He must have felt very insecure there and needed to escape, the trouble was he didn’t know about water, he’d never been in it before. We were moving at such a brisk rate that all I could see was his little head bobbing above the waves and receding very quickly. Continue reading
You all liked 1970 then? Staying with the turn of decades, let’s have your music and memories of 1980.
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I can’t watch James Corden’s late-night U.S. talk show because he tries too damn hard. Then again:
Swawilg would like to join the ‘Spill community but doesn’t know who to contact. Neither do I.
I can fwd his email to whoever can help him out.
Music fans, social historians and human beings in general are a strange bunch, trying to find meaning and significance in the changing of a digit in an artificially constructed numerical system. Still – 1970, eh? They‘re selling hippy wigs in Woolworths, man. The greatest decade in the history of mankind is over. End of an era… beginning of a new one… let’s hear your thoughts, memories and music.
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