You're thinking this post sounds like a one-off. I mean, how many great albums are there that I used to love, but then totally forgot about for a decade? Am I really going to do this every Wednesday? Sounds tedious? You are yawning a little right now?
You underestimate me. I have an ipod that is totally bulging with 90s music, even though I mostly have to listen to Coldplay. I never listen to the radio (kids freak out, scream in high decibels over top of songs), so rarely is something ever reintroduced into my bean. My bean is like a cabin in Alaska. A cabin with the internet, but no radio. There is a whole world of music to rediscover.
Also, I often have crickets in my sink. Maybe you want to see them every week. I could even serialize it, like a cricket soap opera? Maybe they become so popular I install a web camera and you can see the crickets all day and night, if you want? If 'Album I totally forgot to listen to for ten years but is really super great, plus look how many crickets are in my sink Wednesday' turns out to be really popular (like 30 comments plus, but no pressure, gentle reader), maybe I'll make it a regular thing.
First off, look how many crickets are in my bathroom sink!
This is really going to freak out my sister, Jen, who thinks crickets are scarier than spiders. This is an irrational fear, because, hey Jen, spiders bite, and also, the spiders we have around here are huge and hairy. And they bite. And they are hairy. And huge. And they bite. Crickets just chirp, and hang around the sink, and jump in your hair when you turn on the water to wet down your toothbrush.
There were five crickets. That's a lot of crickets for one sink, right? I totally didn't stage this. None of those crickets are actors or stunt doubles. I went in to brush my teeth last night, and there they all were. There were also some on the floor and in the other sink. We are pretty much infested.
So, how about this album that I totally forgot to listen to for ten years but is really super great? Well, don't get over-excited. Remember, I didn't say that YOU had totally forgotten about it for ten years, or even that you ever liked it at all. You might think it is rubbish. Ancient rubbish. Like, partially composted stinky rubbish that I shouldn't have dug outta the landfill. Or, you might be some kind of youngster, barely legal, with boobs that are high and tight (I hate you, btw), and are all like, "I think my mom listened to that while she drove me to preschool and I was strapped into my car seat. But, I'm not really into oldies."
Who are you calling an oldie? Don't you know that I have Justin Timberlake's jeans on their way to me in the U.S. Mail? Well, you can just take me off your google reader, girlie.
No, wait, don't be so hasty. I'm sorry.
Is not your fault you have perky breasts.
So, anyhow, you should all go listen to August and Everything After by Counting Crows. It has aged well, like the finest Martinelli's Apple Cider. Or moldy cheese. I liked it, in 1993; but now, I think I've slowed down a bit, matured, maybe; and I appreciate it even more. My favorites songs are Round Here and Anna Begins. They are on the player over yonder.
Why was 1993 so long ago? Songs are bonifide oldies, as am I! Is horrendous news!
Stupid, high-breasted snippets, reminding me of my approaching dotage, and looming mortality.
Ah, well. I've enjoyed getting reacquainted with the Crows (Counting, not Black, although...I did enjoy me a little Hard to Handle of a Friday afternoon, back in 1992) so much, I'm ruminating on going to see them September 5 with Maroon 5 and Augustana. I should really go before bands join AARP.
What about you? Like(d) the Crows (either sort)? Have you recently rediscovered any treasures buried on your ipod or CD shelf?
Got any crickets? Other infestations?
Any irrational fears of any sort? Irrational fears are often entertaining.
Now, don't you all comment at once.
(Sound of crickets chirping.)