Albums of the Year, 1978-2025

(This is an updated version of my original post, adding this year’s pick and a new paragraph, plus other edits.)

My much-ballyhooed “Album of the Year” is an honorific I’ve bestowed on one album (sometimes two) every year since beginning my journey into music fandom. I started the practice one night in December 1978, when I was 13, by jotting the name of my favorite LP of the year on a piece of looseleaf paper. I did the same the next December, and the December after that, and the December after that. In time, I transferred the list to typing paper, entered it into our first computer, saved it to a floppy disc and, in the late 2000s, moved it to an external hard drive and then the Cloud, where it shares space with all my other Pages documents.

For the longest time, that’s all it was – a list that I returned to every year to add another line. No muss, no fuss, and no explanations as to why. Even when I oversaw the original Old Grey Cat website in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s, I never wrote year-end summations of my favorites—I was too busy critiquing Neil Young bootlegs. It wasn’t until 2008 on Facebook that I posted my top picks for the year. On and off over the next few years, I followed with similar missives until launching this blog as occasional essays on the Hatboro-Horsham Patch in 2012. (I moved to wordpress.com in mid-2014.)

Crowd-sourcing best-of lists, as the music magazines and websites do, is all well and good, and—depending on the cross-section of critics chosen to participate—often speaks to the zeitgeist of the moment, but the fun—for me—is in surveying the picks of everyday bloggers. Some lean on the analytical and clinical, attacking the endeavor as an intellectual endeavor: What album(s) advanced the art form—or shook its foundations? Upended public sentiment? Others favor the popular over the little-known. And a few, and I include myself here, enjoy the niches. As Neil Young famously wrote about the middle of the road, “Traveling there soon became a bore, so I headed for the ditch. A rougher ride but I saw more interesting people there.”

I think I best explained the way I go about it in this 2010 post: “The candidates are drawn from what I’ve purchased, so the pool is decidedly limited in comparison to, say, what the writers at Rolling Stone or Allmusic.com are exposed to. Some years I buy a lot and some years not, primarily due to my listening habits – I play albums I love over and over and over until they become one with my subconscious (obsession, not variety, is my spice of life). So the more I like certain albums, the less overall I hear.” I added this addendum in 2019: “The explosion of streaming music has caused the need to spend money moot, but time is the new currency. And few of us have a lot of that to spend.” (That said, I still buy a fair bit.)

That’s not to say I’d make the same selections now as I did way back when. I was and am a major Paul McCartney fan, but London Town and Back to the Egg weren’t his best, let alone the best of their respective years. Nowadays, I’d likely pick Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town as my No. 1 and Bob Seger’s Stranger in Town as my No. 2 for ’78; and Neil Young’s Rust Never Sleeps as my No. 1 and Rickie Lee Jones’ self-titled debut as my No. 2 for ’79. I’d re-do quite a few other picks, too. In 2012, for instance, I was simply smitten with Susanna Hoff’s perfect solo effort, Someday – I still am, but Neil Young’s Psychedelic Pill has received far more play in the years since.

But that’s all beside the point. The list, as I see it, is less a critical exercise and more a chronicle of the evolution (or lack thereof) of my musical taste, silly as it sometimes is, and is evidence of of my simultaneously suburban and idiosyncratic tastes. Where possible, I’ve linked to past blog posts about each of the albums or artists.

2 thoughts

  1. My friend Keiko, in Hawaii, turned me onto the Bangles with their Fawlty Products EP, along with a number of other things (fair amount of the popper end of punk) in ’82, just before we were in U Hawaii together–I was graduated from HS in ’82 (and we ran for the Student Senate together, as Greens, and got in–though, sadly for me, she transferred to Barnard College before the ’84-’85 academic year began). They and the Go-Go’s were definitely favorites of mine in rock in that time (and still), and when I moved to the DC area in ’84, after finances required moving back in with my folks, who had moved in ’83 from Hawaii, I got to see the Bangles in concert supporting ALL OVER THE PLACE, which was my choice for that year’s (1984’s) best rock album, with the new version of King Crimson and a few others coming pretty close. (As one of the few audience members at the 9:30 Club in DC in ’84 actually dancing, Debbi Peterson smiled at me, which didn’t upset me.)(My dancing was probably not That humorous in and of itself. But in a crowd of hipsters…) TALK SHOW was in my top three, at least, as well (though I was still mostly buying jazz catalog albums, new and used, at that period, as there was So Much to hear, and not much in the way of radio support in Hawaii, a little better in DC…and I liked folk and bluegrass and classical and other music and recordings as well…).

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