Author: Mark Alexander

Damn, I feel old.

Elton John: Caribou (1974)

This was the first EJ album I bought. In fact, it may be the first rock album I ever bought, come to think of it. All I remember was my mother was aghast.

She was very judgey when it came to my music. I remember an incident years after Caribou  when she came in my room, picked up the sleeve of Mike Oldfield’s Ommadawn, and asked, “Who’s he trying to look like, Jesus Christ himself?”

She liked most of my disco tunes, however.

My dad on the other hand, only once commented on anything he heard coming out of my room, and that was Karen Carpenter. “She sounds like a cow mooing!”

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Bedtime Story (1994)

Nothing Really Matters (1998)

I grew up with Madonna. Not literally of course, but she provided a major portion of the soundtrack of my life from my 20s. I’ve stuck by her through the best of times and the worst. (I haven’t had a Pepsi since the company boycotted her when the whackadoodle christianists Christofastists—let’s call them what they are—objected to Like a Prayer back in 1989.)

While I think her current attempts to look and sound half her age to appeal to the younger generation are…unfortunate…I’ll admit that she remains a force of nature for my generation.

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B-52s: Cosmic Thing (1989)

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