Thursday, December 13, 2007


Yeah, I know, I said I wasn't going to post anything new today. I lied.

Every year, my favorite/least favorite issue of Paste Magazine is the one where the year's best albums, films, and books are ranked. Every year Paste gets it completely wrong. This is because they don't publish my own rankings. Most people seem to operate according to these sensibilities as well, except they're not me, and therefore I disagree with them. They all suck.

Among the charges leveled at Paste’s recently published list of the Best Albums of 2007:

-- What a lame-ass, mainstream list. Why can’t you be adventurous and cool, like me?
-- Who the hell has even heard of these albums? Why don’t you list something we might have actually heard? Or at least I might have heard?
-- Where the hell was Panda Bear/Menomena/Dirty Projectors/The Bastard Fairies/Aqueduct? How did you manage to forget about the best album of the year, and why are you not Pitchfork?
-- Umm, Paul McCartney? He’s still alive, you know.
-- You hate Britney Spears, just like every other lame-ass, pretentious music publication except Rolling Stone. I love their pictures. And I looooove Britney. She’s talented, she’s a good mom, and she is better off without K-Fed.
-- Charles Mingus released the best album of 2007, even though he’s been dead for 28 years (Editor’s Note: this is actually a correct view).

I could go on and on, but for a fine, entertaining representative sampling of these views, you might want to check out the article and extensive comments section over at stereogum.

There’s a familiar, comforting cycle to these events. Paste and other publications boldly set forth their views. Then the music fanatics get on their blogs and publish their Top 10 Most Overrated Albums of the Year and Top 10 Most Overrated Music Magazine lists, and the aggrieved music critics counter with their Top 10 Most Overrated/Pretentious/Clueless Music Bloggers lists, and the hilarity just goes on and on.

But here are some facts, facts I tell you, that may help you keep it all in perspective.

-- If you check the list of Upcoming Releases on, the most comprehensive music resource on the web, you’ll find that there are approximately 400 - 500 albums released every month. And that doesn’t include the hundreds of albums self-released every month by bands/musicians who have their own MySpace page, an Apple computer with Garageband, and the wherewithal to press a few CDs for their families, friends, and the potentially millions of fans who just need to hear the music to be won over to the cause.
-- Assuming only the 400 – 500 albums per month listed at, there were 5,000 – 6,000 new albums released in 2007. If you listened to the radio in Columbus, Ohio, even to that progressive NPR station, you heard about .1% of the new music released this year, roughly one new song for every 1,000 new songs released. At the other extreme, if you were a music critic who listened to new music non-stop, rarely slept, never bathed, had no social life (related?) and no discernible means of employment – in other words, if you listened to new music 18 hours per day, 7 days per week, without a respite, and without, you know, actually taking the time to write anything about the music you heard – you would have barely been able to listen to all the new music released this year, and you still wouldn’t have scratched the surface of all those self-produced/self-released albums. And you would smell.
-- It’s hard, if not impossible, to take it all in.
-- This is art, not algebra.
-- People are different. This can be a good thing. I learned this from Sesame Street long before I heard that washed-up, worthless old hippie fart Jessie Colin Young and the Youngbloods exhort us all to smile on our brothers and love one another right now. And you see how well the lesson has stuck. But really. People are different.

Just as a footnote, in an article just published at, the fine writers/critics associated with that organization just posted their own lists of their Top 10 albums from 2007. Of the approximately 20 writers/critics and 200 albums represented, roughly 150 of them are unique. Let me repeat that: roughly 150 of them are unique. Nobody agrees with anybody. And you know what my #1 favorite part of the article is?

1) The 50 aggrieved commenters who complain that their own favorites are not represented.


Anonymous said...

its all friggin' rediculous. i have no more top tens, 25s, blah, blah, blah...just a simple list of indeterminate length describing some of the music that caught my ears' fancy this year.

jackscrow said...

I like it when my picks are not mentioned. It's a sign of an almost "Bushian" combination of ignorance and self-confidence that the Paste non-mention makes me feel both superior and privileged to the rewards of a secret knowledge that makes the highest audit level of Scientology seem a cheap investment.

In short, it makes me look down on you critics like I look at Amway salespeople.

Btw, I hope you are feeling better Andy.

Am off to Paul's Niteclub and Dive to see Tommy Womack tonight.

Pity you fools.

jackscrow said...

My listening habits, like our President's reading habits, are a tad narrow, and actually spending time telling you what I like would be self-defecateding my superioritedness.

Sufjanifice it to say that you guys did blind squirrel it through to the everybodyfields pick at, I think, 43.

scott said...

Just wanted to say thank you for your recent e-mails re Paste magazine. I went to their web site, and entered their Steve Goodman DVD giveaway contest - and won!
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Hope you're feeling better . . .

Natsthename said...

Thank you for saying what I have always thought of these Album Of The Year issues! And I'm not a big fan of The National's "Boxer" as their top pick. Meh. It's just ok and didn't thrill me at all!

Anonymous said...

I suppose the context of the listener/Paste reader makes all the difference. I get happy when I've heard of an artist featured by Paste; ecstatic when, as in the case of Bon Iver, I heard it before it made to the sampler. I think, and I know I might be alone on this, the happiness comes from a desire for some sort of community. If some music critic finds the same sort of music compelling as I do, maybe they will be my musical friend. And then validate my preferences. Mine.

(You don't even have to say it...that, people, is what makes academicians pathetic....)

p.s., "Boxer"...Loved it. But I really liked "Alligator" more for some reason.