What Are We Gonna Do With All This Trash?: My Dark Twisted Bloated Narcissistic Year-End Music List

December 03, 2010

My Dark Twisted Bloated Narcissistic Year-End Music List

2010's almost over, y'all. Let's review what I enjoyed about music this year!

Favorite Records

Robyn, the Body Talk trilogy
LCD Soundsystem, This Is Happening
The Mynabirds, What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood
Beach House, Teen Dream
Air Waves, Dungeon Dots
Medications, Completely Removed
Twin Sister, Color Your Life
Love Is All, Two Thousand and Ten Injuries

Favorite 7"s and EPs

Mr. Dream, No Girls Allowed 7" and also the "Learn the Language" and "Scarred for Life" singles
Wye Oak, My Neighbor/My Creator EP
Tennis, Baltimore EP
Gauntlet Hair, I Was Thinking 7" and Out Don't.../Heave 7"

Favorite Song

Tough competition this year. I'd like to give it to LCD Soundsystem for "Home" (or "I Can Change"), Twin Sister for "Lady Daydream," Wye Oak for "I Hope You Die," Japandroids for "Heavenward Grand Prix," or almost anything Robyn did this year. But this is my favorite song from this year.

Epilouge

As always, I'm a bit behind on current stuff. I still haven't heard the new Laura Marling, Broken Social Scene, Big Boi, Superchunk, Joanna Newsome, Sufjan Stevens, Cee-Lo, or Avey Tare records, and The Suburbs has been on my iPod for months now, but I just can't get into it enough to listen to more than one song at a time.

Also, honorable mentions for all the good songs I heard via Pitchfork, MBV, etc. but never bothered to buy the actual records: Black Tambourine, Harlem, Dum Dum Girls, Women, and every other band and song that now slips my mind.

Enjoy the Twenty One-One, everybody!

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A History Of Trash

Trash, at first, was a pretty cool guy. You know, he’d come over with some beers, and you’d hang out and have a couple of laughs. Maybe Trash brought some weed with him, and you guys tried to sync up Dark Side Of The Moon with The Wizard Of Oz until you remembered you lost your VHS copy of that movie sometime in college and that you fucking hate Pink Floyd. Good times were had, nonetheless.

But then, you don’t know what changed, but Trash started to overstay his welcome. He’d just linger for hours, never taking the hint you wanted him to leave, no matter how many times you yawned obnoxiously or mentioned how early you had to get up tomorrow. Trash just didn’t get it. You were getting older. You didn’t have the time anymore to stay up until 3 a.m. to talk about the Port season of “The Wire” or how much you miss Jawbox. Eventually, you just stopped taking Trash’s phone calls and no longer replied to his group e-mails about sneaking into abandoned mental hospitals.

Last time you saw Trash, he was smoking alone outside a local dive bar, looking down at his decaying and mismatched shoes. You hoped he had been doing well. You hoped he had not been hurt by the disintegration of your friendship. And if he had, you wanted to comfort him. You wanted to tell him that even though people move on with their lives, it doesn’t mean they stop caring. You wanted him to see in your eyes a sincere appreciation for the time you shared, because all the relationships in our lives help make us who we are, and even if you weren’t the best of friends anymore, you wanted him to know that there would always be a piece of Trash in your heart.

But instead, you looked away and crossed the street. You were with your new girlfriend, and you really didn’t want to have to explain Trash to her. She’d never understand.