You can’t find any clouds underground but I still sometimes try to find faces.
In a totally unmethodical and even potentially anecdotally unsound analysis of the year-end top albums lists
The Barons have been dropping Top 10 Albums lists for months. Finally the calendar and the rest of the world is catching up. So we thought we’d keep going back as we have been. Matty already posted a Top 10 Albums of 2001 list that’s full of insight on the albums he picked given the time they dropped. This one belongs to Dylan. There’re some significant points of agreement but also some key differences that might have something to do with the difference between drummers and guitarist/singer/songwriters. (The difference, obviously, being that drummers have better taste in music.)
I don’t think anyone still listens to the same stuff they did in 7th and 8th grade. Well, I hope not.
I Thought I Would Start Another Reoccurring segment here on the blog (do I have another one?) about careers. Since the major record labels aren’t banging down our door (they’re probably too busy trying to figure out how to survive this new market, especially when Lady Gaga becomes too old and flabby for her ridiculous clothing, and Bieber is a drugged out fat former child star) SOOOO, since I’m not getting any younger, it’s time to find a career. Every once in awhile I imagine what it may be like to work as a ___________ .
This week lets fill in the ________ with …
wait for it …
Most of the talking that goes on in the NYC Subway seems to be done quietly to oneself (deranged or frustrated), loudly to the entire car (panhandling or preaching), awkwardly to another rider (hyper-aware that the entire car is listening and scrutinizing their conversation and overall life choices), or obnoxiously to another rider or two (usually too drunk or otherwise narrow-minded to realize that the entire car is listening and scrutinizing their outfits and overall life choices.) That said, people mostly keep to themselves.