Here’s another chapter in my personal Top 50 book, looking back this week 33 years ago. And just as in the Fall of 1990, I’m still heavily into R&B, so much so that I’ve included ballads on here as well by Guy, Whitney, Bell Biv Devoe, and Pebbles [and I’m not a slow song kind of guy]. I do love that Hi-5 tune; it’s so sweet, innocent, and catchy.
Where was I getting my soul suggestions from? The local pop station skewed towards rock, as did the record stores, so my guess is that I found these tracks through Billboard and took a chance on them as cassette singles. Probably also got some tips from Donnie Simpson on Video Soul.
I feel like I was listening to a lot of hip-hop at that time, but this chart betrays that notion, as only seven songs represent that genre. [Where’s A Tribe Called Quest, for example?] George Michael has three songs here, so I was still into it almost half a year after Listen Without Prejudice was released. A little bit of college rock was rearing its head with Living Colour, Pet Shop Boys, Susanna Hoffs, and my newfound early 90s love, Jellyfish. Even a new A-ha single breaks through, but I had to play it again to remember the tune.
Pop made its appearance via Roxette, Londonbeat, and Sara Hickman. I must have included that Bad Company song because I had seen them in concert a few weeks before this. Damn Yankees opened up for them, so I unwittingly saw the Nuge in concert. Because we were in the midst of Desert Storm, you bet Ted some inappropriate and racist stuff against the Muslims, which most folks agreed with cheers and fist pumps.
Sitting at the top was Sting with one of his oddest Top 40 hits inspired by his father’s death – dark lyrics, bright melody – a Sting trademark. That year, I finally got to see him in concert with Squeeze opening up, so I was all in on The Soul Cages, which was a heavy album.
All told I have twenty songs on this chart that made the Billboard Top 40, with eight missing the Hot 100 entirely.
And what was Bubbling Under my brain at the time?
Here comes the wave of alt-rock. But still no hip-hop? And more BBD? My God. I think that Wilson Philips tune is here because Pop radio was shoving that trio down everyone’s throat for the past year. That Will To Power track is abysmal. In fact, all of their stuff is. It just made me realize that I needed to seek out the original by Heatwave.
I’m unsure what these self-created lists said about me in early 1991. I am surprised by the entries and absence of songs from that time that I enjoy to this day. If anything here tickles a nostalgia bone or makes you chuckle, feel free to drop me a line.
2023 was such an incredible year for new music and there’s so much more I have yet to listen to. On my weekly radio show, The UnCola, I dedicated five two-hour shows plus a block of six tunes each week (excluding most weeks in which we broadcast specially-themed shows) to playing current releases and I feel like I just scratched the surface. It was hard to pick only 23 albums as my favorites and as I mentioned before, this list could change in a week, month, or year. Since people like lists like these to read and use to find new music they might have yet to listen to, I dug in and created one. Hope you find something you like!
Here are our Favorite 23 albums from 2023 (in no particular order):
One of the things I thought we all agreed on losing post-pandemic is small talk. What an absolute waste of time, not because connecting and conversation is pointless, but because most people are bad at it. I believe the majority of people are not dull. They just end up selling themselves that way. The art of conversation is almost lost, and no no one knows how to preserve it. Thankfully I have a solution – music lyrics.
How often have you or someone you know had this conversation with you?
“How are you doing?” “Good.”
I almost fell asleep writing that. More importantly – conversation over. No one is following up on ‘good’. Neither of you has moved your story forward, and you’ve wasted five seconds. Words matter, and time adds up. Plus, aren’t we all in need of some closer connections? So how about you jump-start that shit with something by Sade.
“How are you doing?”
“Every day is Christmas, and every night is New Year’s Eve.”
Say what? What the hell are you talking about? I want to know more. That’s a great one to use if your day, week, or life is going so great and you wanna let someone know without bragging. Conversely, if your life sucks, say the same thing with a lot of sarcasm. If that other person doesn’t want to know more, save yourself and walk away. I don’t care if that’s a lifelong friend – split. They are telling you they are not interested in you anymore.
Suppose you’re in much pain but afraid of burdening a close one – time to call on the Boss.
“How are you doing?”
“Sometimes, it feels like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull, and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull.”
That should solicit carrying eyes or a warm hug and break the ice on talking about what’s happening. We’ve all woken up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of our heads at some point.
You can also mix in different pop lyrics into discussions that are dragging on or to lighten the mood. Is a pal having marital problems? Drop a couple of Phils on ’em.
“My wife and I are having a time.”
“You’ll never change her, so leave her. Leave her.”
“But we’ve been together for a long time.”
“Get out quick ’cause seein’ is believin’.”
Sure, you may have broken up a relationship, but at least now there’s an easy lover back on the market.
Outside of improv impresarios, folks are rarely quick on their feet, so make sure you do some studying ahead of time. Picking some of your favorite songs helps. The familiarity will come off as natural. The more you do it, the more you can play around with word emphasis. Be as appropriate as you can. And understand the more obscure of a song you pick, the more you’ll sound like a psycho. No Dylan, either. Even Bob would walk away and shake his head.
And the next time someone gives you a mundane greeting, answer with, “I know it sounds funny, but I just can’t stand the pain.” Have some fun. It’s easy.
Ok folks, here’s part two of the Billboard Top 40 from January 5th, 1980. This was the soundtrack in my car going to or from the roller rink or the bowling alley in the Winter of 1980. As you can see, I’ve discussed most of these before, so I’ll try to add something new to the discussion if I can.
THW – J.D. always hung around the right folks but never got the proper break as a solo artist. He was in a band with Glenn Frey called Longbranch Pennywhistle before the Frey guy joined the Eagles. He hit the Top 40 in 1975 as a trio with Richie Furay & Chris Hillman. He dated Linda Rondstadt and co-wrote big hits such as Best Of My Love and New Kid In Town for the Eagles. His 1976 album, Black Rose, was terrific, but no one heard it. So in his frustration, he rewrote the Roy Orbison classic Only Lonely, and everyone ate it up. Souther felt so guilty that he sentenced himself to an entire season of acting on thirtysomething.
On the Big 80’s countdown, Alan Hunter mentions that disco and Yacht Rock were on their last breath, as evidenced by this song. Even though Disco had many more hits up its sleeve, I’ll concede that point. But Yacht Rock was just getting started. Look at the Yachtski scale for an idea of how many hits have yet to happen. We didn’t know who Christopher Cross was. Also…
PD – This song actually rocks. So what happened to the band in 1979? Well, Grace Slick was out, and Marty Balin split too. They brought in Mickey Thomas, and they got this Top 20 cruncher. Grace came back, and everything got softer and….slicker. So how about we give Mickey and his ‘city building’ a break?
PD – Whenever someone decides to do the definitive documentary about COVID, I bet they will find out it all started with a groupie from a 1980 Dr. Hook dressing room afterparty.
I know I’ve slammed on these guys before, but come on…head games? Are you done snickering yet? This LP also includes the track Dirty White Boy, so they knew what they were doing. They must have thought they were the wittiest guys in rock back then or were perma-drunk all the time.
I was so confused when I saw this album cover of a young girl sitting on a urinal washing a bathroom stall. [I didn’t know that toilet was called the head when I was a kid.] This tune has such a troglodytic beat that I expect Lou Gramm to come out in a loincloth holding a club when he sings this. Thankfully they took some time off and began checking into their softer side, although reticently.
PD – The best thing the Eagles did was to call it quits after releasing the album with the same name as this single. You’d want to believe that they knew they were running on fumes as a group by 1980. But I’m sure it was more of a cocaine-fueled ego battle of who was the more giant star than anything else. Also, it was so cool for Joe Walsh to recycle his licks on this tune for his appearance on this.
PD – Time for a cool change with a ballad from this Australian group that sounds so much like 1979’s Lady that it’s neither cool nor a change. Though I wished James Cameron could have scored the Avatar: The Way of the Water scene where Lo’ak and his Tulkan friend ride through the ocean with this song.
PD – Cliff was so popular in England that the Beatles once opened up for him. Yet here we were in 1980, and Cliff was scoring only second Top 10 single in the US. Even Ringo had two #1s by now.
PD – Separately, Eumir Deodato and this New Jersey funk outfit did not do well in the disco arena, But together they created this monster jam where a woman and her female friends could rule the clubs drinking Reunite on ice.
PD – This ultra-macho tough guy song is sung and arranged for the listener to assume that Tommy did the right thing, but dude, nuh-uh. You’re going to jail. Jesus, the whole song is about your Dad telling you not to repeat the same mistakes he made. And now you’re gonna be making license plates with your papa while Becky gets serially harassed by the Gatlin clan. Now everyone considers him the dumbass of the county.
PFK – Warm up the Fender Rhodes for a tale about a little-known 1919 bromance between Boston Red Sox right fielder Harry Hooper and the Sultan of Swat and an imagined send-off from Hooper to Ruth on the day he was traded to the Yankees. Or maybe Dennis DeYoung wrote it about his wife. You choose.
PD – Rumor has it the Captain wasn’t much for sharing his love. So Toni wrote this tune as a playful jab to Daryl under a new title. Because Do That To Me At Least Once didn’t have that unique ring to it.
PD , RAR – While you worked for years perfecting your demo, Stevie probably wrote this testing out a new Yamaha CP-80 electric piano in fifteen minutes.
PD – This is Michael at his smoothest, Human Nature by damned. Also, this was first offered to Karen Carpenter by writer Rod Temperton. Would have loved to hear her take a crack at this.
PD , PFK – The rise and fall of Infinity Records is so hard to comprehend. I wish someone would do a short doc on it. The quick summary is this: the label started in 1978 as an East Coast arm of the L.A.-based MCA records. One of their first signings was the band Hot Chocolate who nab their final Top 10 hit nearly 79 with Every 1s A Winner. During that year, they rack up Top 40 hits by the artists Dobie Gray, New England, Spyro Gyra, and a big comeback from Orleans. Then after a low-expectation pick-up of Rupert Holmes’ new album, the first single starts going crazy. And just as this tune zips from #23 to #12, destined for #1, the label closes down and is absorbed by MCA. All artists are dropped except two: Spyro Gyra & Holmes. Why?
I’m sure there were many reasons, but the biggest one was religion. They paid Pope John Paul II (actually, the Catholic church) a boatload of money for an album of songs and speeches that peaked at #126, with nearly a million of the advanced copies sent back. Holmes would spend a total of three weeks on top getting back up there next week.
Happy New Year! How old were you when the 80s began, and how long did it take you to shake off the 70s (or did you ever)? I was inspired by listening to the decade’s first countdown last week, enough to write up this “Inbetweener” on the Top 40 songs from January 5th, 1980. Let’s slide on down.
PD – The last Top 40 hit for the O’Jays and the final appearance in the Top 40 for Philadelphia International Records will slowly make its way up to its peak of #28.
Fun fact: Gamble & Huff wouldn’t win any Grammys for their 70s output, waiting until 1989 when Simply Red covered If You Don’t Know Me By Now. WTF?
The soft rock guide to self-sabotage was released from the Delta lady’s eleventh album, Satisfied, and co-written by the king of kicking himself when he’s down, Peter Allen. This #3 AC hit will inch up only one more notch.
THW – There’s something hilarious and downright frightening to that opening harmonica lick – either you’re getting ready to watch a fight between two drunk idiots, or you need to run out of the woods as fast as possible.
OHW – Here’s the song credited with kicking off the hip-hop era. Its success caught everyone off-guard, and it would be another six years before a hip-hop artist would return to the Top 40. Although most people refer to this track as one that samples Chic’s Good Times, the reality is that Hank, Mike, and Master Gee are rapping over a live cover of the Nile Rodgers/Bernard Edwards classic. Also, after many decades, Grandmaster Caz received a songwriting credit as many of the rhymes were lifted from his notebook that he let the group borrow.
Fun fact: One of two songs in the countdown where the title is not mentioned in the lyrics.
PD – We’re five tunes into the countdown, and we’ve heard Philly Soul, adult contemporary, Southern rock, hip-hop, and some jazz fusion. It will take record execs and music programmers a lot of concerted energy and effort to stamp out that musical diversity as the decade continues. But they’ll do it. Take a look at the first countdown in 1990.
PD, OHW – This is what you get when you have a singer-songwriter who’s influenced by Dylan but isn’t distracted by his indulgences. I heard that the club in Pulp Fiction called Jackrabbit Slim’s, where the twist competition takes place, is a nod to the album this tune comes from.
Loretta Lynn’s sister has her third Top 40 entry tumble down from its peak of #15 two weeks ago. It will also be a Top 10 AC & Country hit and reach #4 in South Africa – no half-stepping down there.
Fun fact: Gayle was born Brenda Webb and changed her name to Crystal after the Tennessee hamburger chain Krystal’s.
OHW – I’ve talked about how this is one of my favorite #1 songs of the 70s. In mid-December 1979, this song was in the Top 40, along with Video Killed The Radio Star by the Buggles. The future was bright, my friends.
SXMFU – The Swedish quartet dips back into their Fernando well with a tune. I always thought this song was about bananas. Nina Blackwood probably had the same thought as she back-announced this as Chiquita.
PD, RAR – Dionne won the Best R&B Female Vocal Grammy for this song. She does a terrific job on it, and it’s my favorite post-Bacharach & David tune of hers. But I wish writer Isaac Hayes had recorded it too. I would love to hear a version from him. Guess this will have to do.
When Alan started his ‘project,’ did he have to make a big deal about it to everyone? I mean, did he stand up in the middle of a long Pink Floyd session at Abbey Road and tell everyone he was leaving and ask, “Who’s coming with me?” while everyone silently stared. And then the receptionist, Miss Agnes Pillsbottom, stood up and said, “I will,” finished her tea and slowly walked behind Alan as he said, “Thank you. Thank you, Agnes”, took George Martin’s goldfish and split.
I remember a beer commercial from the 2000s where four guys discuss their favorite albums as they play from hole to hole. Someone mentions Breakfast In America, and they all bow their head in reverence. If someone finds that ad, please post it in the comments. I will now bow my head as well.
PD – It says a lot about the talents of this band that they can tether Stevie Nicks’ ethereal ideas into the foundation of a pop song, let alone one that will reach #7. The same goes for Lindsey and Tusk.
PD – This sounds so much like a Todd Rundgren song that I wonder if they wrote it during the 1975 War Babies sessions. Of course, it wouldn’t have fit on that album, but it sits nicely on the 1979 David Foster-produced X-Static LP.
PD – SXM mentions that Tom originally wrote this for the J. Geils Band. Now that I know that, I can absolutely hear Peter Wolf singing this. In fact, Tom sounds more like the Boston rocker than his usual Dylan twang.
PFK – This former chart-topping duet was sung by two of the most famous women in music in 1979. Babs was amidst a four-year streak of hitting the top at least once [1977-1980]. Donna had racked up four #1s in the last twelve months with seven consecutive Top 5 smashes.
And then there’s this:
We’ll serve up the Top 20 as soon as you’re done taking out a personal ad to meet the person you’re currently sleeping next to.
Many folks put out ‘Best Of’ lists at the end of 2022. I will attempt to do the same, except to say ‘favorites of’ and with one caveat – I may never know what my favorite album of 2022 is in my lifetime. I’ve listened to approximately 400 new albums this year, and I’m sure that only scratches the surface. But there’s only so much time in the day. The great thing is I can listen to new 2022 releases from now until my ears fall off. Maybe this list has my favorite. Maybe I won’t hear it for another five years. Maybe I won’t realize that’s my top for another ten.
Before I get too esoteric, here’s my list of 22 favorite albums from 2022, as decided by me today at the end of the year. If I like them now, there’s a good chance I’ll like them later. Unless something comes along that I like more…later.
Not to be wishy-washy, but there are many more 2022 superb albums. I just stopped at 22 to be cute, I guess. You can listen to The UnCola in January 2023 as your guide to the others.
And if I’m asked, my favorite of the year is Office Culture. It’s absolutely beautiful, deep, and hitting the right emotional spaces in my heart right now. With every listen, I’m pulled deeper into a new world.
Today I opened up another stenographer book to see what I was listening to during mid-November 1988. [Apologies, this page was very faded, and I had to do some heavy color editing.] Looking at this list of songs, I can tell I was still heavily listening to new wave or what it was known as in the late 80s, Modern Rock. My favorite station WLIR went off the air in December 1987, so this was greatly influenced selection by its pale replacement, WDRE. Twenty songs here won’t make the Top 40, and ten won’t chart on the Hot 100.
George Michael & the Pet Shop Boys have two songs a piece, so I would get beat up in any bar Ricky Bobby was hanging out in. I really (still do) loved PSB. They were the best at making great club songs with catchy pop choruses. Introspective was their third album and was released in the Fall of 88, spawning my #1 hit (#18 Pop), I’m Not Scared (posting at #21), and my favorite, the disco throwback Left To My Own Devices.
I took a look at the Billboard Top 40 from the week of November 12th, 1988. Looks like we only agree on fourteen out of forty. I was surprised I had already kicked Anita Baker’s Giving You the Best That I Got off my charts after peaking at #35. That’s one I appreciate more with age. The same goes for INXS’ Never Tear Us Apart, nationally at #10 but off my pages having only reached #31. On the flip side, I have that New Edition cut in my Top 10 while it debuts on the Hot 100 at #100. And Yazz is my leaving book two weeks before it debuts at #99.
I also noticed I wrote something up at the upper right next to the date. It’s so tiny that I had to blow it up.
This must be my “bubbling under.” I loved Art Of Noise’s cover of Kiss with Tom Jones singing lead; so creative, so cheesy, and fun (nice Steely Dan sample in there too.) I don’t remember that Level 42 track and the Curiosity Killed The Cat tunes are from a one-year-old album that I was still heavily spinning. All six tracks will debut in my 50 next week.
If I had to switch out one track on my chart for a tune in the Top 40 during that week, I would’ve swapped that Rick Astley (which somehow had re-entered my pages) for Ivan Neville’s Not Just Another Girl.
One week after the chart, I would visit Asheville, NC, for the first time and spend Thanksgiving there. My life would never be the same, and I’m very thankful.
Here’s another personal Top 50 that I pulled out from mid-October 1990. For a comparison of what was popular nationally during the week of October 13th, 1990, you can peep here. Wow, was I heavy into current R&B back then. Considering I also loved rap, I’m surprised there aren’t more representations of that outside of LL Cool J, Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer, and Candyman. I’m also trying to figure out how I knew about all these songs, especially since there were no stations in Asheville playing them. There was a great soul station in Greenville, SC, but I could only hear if I was there rather than up the mountain in Asheville. MTV still didn’t play much, and hip-hop was related to YO! MTV Raps. I assume I relied on reading Billboard and listening to Joel Denver’s Future Hits every Sunday.
I don’t see any glam metal here, and hardly any rock shows up, but I was ready to embrace grunge a year from now. The closest I got to teen pop was Mariah Carey (did I actually used to like that song?) The closest I got to any hard rock was Faith No More and Living Colour. No Nelson. No James Ingram. I fully eschewed the Righteous Brothers’ comeback. I had lots of love for Quincy Jones as I was still rocking singles from his year-old album, Back On the Block, and I even liked the new track from his Listen Up project.
And sitting at #1 was one of my favorite songs of the year – George Michael’s Freedom ’90. I kept it at #1 on my charts for six straight weeks. It had yet to be released as a single, and when it did, it would reach #8 by Christmas.
I loved Listen Without Prejudice, Vol. 1. On the Tuesday it came out, I bought the CD. I found an empty parking lot, parked, rolled down my windows, and reclined my driver’s seat back. I put the disc in my Sony Discman, closed my eyes, and listened to the album from start to finish while the warm September breezes blew through my Chevy Cavalier. There was another song besides Freedom ’90 that I immediately liked, and I included a new “bubbling under” feature on the other side of the page. (Again, this was all for me and my musical fantasy world, which contained one citizen)
I added another fifteen spots and started including songs that weren’t singles but had (re)discovered and played a lot, hence the Curiosity Killed The Cat track from 1989 and the Level 42 songs from their 1981 debut. My 2022 self is cringing that I misspelled the Tevin Campbell tune. No other big surprises except for the Soup Dragons song. That meant I was slowly still getting into the acid house scene, although my musical choices only.
Also, I noticed I wrote this in pencil. I made that change pretty early on because I changed my mind often. Again, I have no idea about my criteria and never showed this to anyone, so I’m still unsure of my motivation. Maybe it was just a way to organize my musical mind on paper. I was a young boy then and still didn’t know what I wanted to be.
I am a lifelong Mets fan (unpack that how you’d like). And I just wanted to celebrate and state how much I enjoyed watching the team this year. It was great on multiple occasions to have something to distract my ever-worrying mind. Not only were the games fun, but I also got to share them for the first time with my kids, who not only got to learn about everyone on the team but could refer to them by their nicknames. Francisco Lindor became their favorite player.
My son, Theo, played Little League baseball this Spring, coinciding with the Mets’ strong play out of the gate and a long stint in first place. After having a season when his team won the championship, Theo was selected for his first All-Star team. He & I would view games together, going over hitter stances and watching amazing defensive plays and strange mishaps. I started a family tradition called Mets Highlights, where my son, daughter, and I would watch a three-minute condensed version of the previous day’s game, fitting them in before driving off to school, camp, or whatever was scheduled. The more we did it, the more they would ask for it, always shielding their eyes from the MLB home screen so they could be surprised by the score. [I rarely showed them a loss unless it was very close or there was a fantastic play made by either team.]
Deciding this was the perfect year to go to New York, to Citi Field, and watch a live game together, I originally scheduled a trip in June and bought tickets for a Mets/ Marlins matchup. But when Theo made the All-Star team, I lamented my bad timing since he would miss all of his games. My wife & I had serious discussions about it, and money be damned, we rescheduled our flight plans, changed the trip dates, and bought new tickets, this time for the Mets/Braves showdown in early August.
My son had been to a Rockies game when he was 6, but my daughter, Lucy, had yet to attend a professional game. This would be a new experience for all of us. And none of us had ever been to Citi Field. Theo had it in his head that he would be able to meet Lindor and get his ball signed by him. I tried to research ways to possibly do that and postpone the inevitable letdown.
After being in New York for four days, I decided to spontaneously buy Theo and me two tickets to the series opener, assuming that it would be our best chance to see batting practice and maybe get a signed ball. We got to the stadium two hours early and, after arriving inside, tried to figure out a way to walk down to the field seats. Slipping past an usher heavily discussing Mets folklore, we traveled down the open corridor on the first base path where other kids were lined up. I stood in the 95-degree sun, shading my son while rivers of sweat cascaded down my body for nearly two hours. ( I don’t think I stopped actively sweating that day until about 1 AM.) When I wasn’t partaking myself, I was trying to figure out how to handle my son’s massive disappointment over his lofty expectations, which he had built up for months.
And then he walked out. There he was. Francisco Lindor. My son’s hero, stretching out his body and getting ready to play catch with Luis (Louie-Louie-loo-wee) Guillorme. Of all players who could have (or did) come out on the field – what luck. Maybe we have a shot, I told Theo. But the game starts in 15 minutes, so I didn’t see it happening. Shoot, we didn’t even have a Sharpie with us.
Then, out of the blue, he walked over to the group lined up on the opposite sides of our seats. Theo saw his opportunity and asked if he could go try to get an autograph. He had crawled over five rows of seats before I could even get a ‘be polite’ out of my mouth. Actually, I didn’t know what to say. His fearlessness and initiative were so impressive I was speechless. He disappeared into a scrum of fans, and I eagerly stared at the mass of people, waiting to rescue him or for him to reappear. It seemed like thirty minutes, but it was probably only thirty seconds before he emerged, climbing over the empty seats, clasping each back with his gloved left hand and holding his baseball high up with his right.
“I got it. I got it”, he yelled. I was in disbelief. What? “I met him. He was so nice. There was a man who helped me too. I asked him if I could borrow his pen, and he helped me meet Lindor.” Theo was out of breath, but I scooped him up and quickly moved out of the line, with the game starting in minutes and a long trek ahead to our upper deck spots. [Lindor would go on to break the Mets record for HRs and RBIs in a season by a shortstop this year.]
The Mets won that night, and as we left the park, my son got to be a part of Let’s Go Mets chants in the dark and sweaty stairwells that I remembered hearing when I was his age. They won again two days later when all four of us went, with the Mets eventually taking four of five from Atlanta. We had a memorable time, and it was indeed a special season. More importantly, I got to officially share my love of baseball with my kids, just like my dad did with me.
As much as I have relished each victory, it’s been sad to hear and read the anxious posts and angry rants by Mets ‘fans’ and pundits with each loss. I have listened to folks lionize then villainize just about every player and coach, sometimes within minutes of each other. It’s been heartbreaking to realize that many folks still have difficulty enjoying life or are afraid to give themselves permission to have fun and let go. I wish them well. There’s no glory in agony.
I am looking forward to watching the Mets in the playoffs this weekend with no expectations. Maybe even flip on some Mets highlights the following day.
And here’s a little music – one of our favorites songs this Summer:
After dutifully following the American Top 40 for years, I created my own “Top 40”, actually 50, current songs that were my favorites at the time. The reasons I did it are still unclear and buried deep in my mind. Coming across these old stenographer notebooks, I perused the pages trying to figure out what compelled me, what were the rules I held for ranking, and, holy shit, what kind of nerd I was. I did this for five-plus years every week and never shared these with anyone.
Nevertheless, I thought to post it here, and maybe by doing that, I’d learn a little about myself. I already have a lot of unanswered questions. The Mets had clinched the division by now, and I was obsessed with watching them daily as it would be my first time to see them in the playoffs. But how much more extra time did I have back then?
And why did I think Don Johnson sang my third favorite song that week? Maybe deep down, I was just a Wendy Waldman fan and didn’t realize it?
I still cringe at my #14 through #16. Was this a product of unrequited or lost love? At least I put Chaka in the Top 10 with a song that would eventually peak at #53, for what that’s worth. And I’m proud to have two B-52s songs on the chart, especially when pop radio fully gave on them.
Take a peak, have a few chuckles, and feel free to have a go at me in the comments.
(Please indulge me in a non-music post today.)
Music In The Key Of E 