Adamusic: Phantom | A Halloween Megamix (2025)
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Adamusic: Phantom | A Halloween Megamix (2025)
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Adamusic – Abracadabra Of The Opera (2025)
…in the early 2000s, viewing her through a boomer lens, I initially dismissed Lady G as a wannabe Madonna/Grace Jones poseur. Over the years, however, I have come to appreciate her more and more and now I view her as her generation’s Madonna/Grace Jones. Not only has her music improved exponentially, but so has her theatricality. There will never be another Madonna or Grace, but she’s definitely leaving her mark for this generation and I have no doubt she will be held in the same reverence as my generation’s icons.
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Pet Shop Boys: Being Boring (1987)
I cannot listen to this without tears welling up in my eyes. “All the people I was kissing, some are here and some are missing .” Absolute brilliance.
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Depeche Mode: Music For The Masses (1987)
Many a heated discussion occurred between myself and a colleague in that little architectural office as to whether Depeche Mode or Pet Shop Boys were better…
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Pet Shop Boys: Very Relentless (1993)
Ah…memories of The Playground sex club South of Market in SF.
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I was laying wide awake at 4 am this morning, and I was thinking how we consume music has so fundamentally changed over the past 40 years. Then I found myself remembering walking into Tower Records on Market Street in San Francisco as I’d done a countless number of times in the 90s. And once inside, I could easily recall the smell of the store. Next thing I knew I was grinning ear to ear.
Tower was a magic place for music lovers like myself. It had been since I first set foot in the original SF store at Columbus & Bay on a trip to the City before we eventually relocated there. It was a bit of a wonderland for me. I’d ordered Michael Stern’s Chronos soundtrack from them a month earlier, only to discover after it arrived that the disc was defective. I physically brought it with me on that trip so I could exchange it. While there I also found a record I’d been seeking for months: Michael Garrison’s Airborn that I dragged home on the plane with me. (Yeah, I was in the middle of my electronic new age period.)
A few years after we’d relocated to SF and Tower opened another store in the concrete monstrosity that had been constructed on Upper Market, somehow making up for the eyesore it occupied. I remembered many an afternoon pouring through the racks, either searching for something specific or just seeing if something piqued my interest enough to shell out $18 for a disc.
And then there were the times your favorite band/singer/group released something new and you prayed Tower had purchased enough copies that they’d still have one available when you got to the store.
It was also within walking distance of my apartment, so it was doubly dangerous.
Remember getting the disc home and trying to get it out of those horrible plastic blister packs without amputating a finger in the process? And then putting the disc in your CD player, sitting down, and pouring over the liner notes?
Ah, the ritual!
All that was lost with the advent of MP3s and streaming. I think that’s the reason there’s been a resurgence in the sales of physical media. It’s part nostalgia (at least in my case) to be sure, but it’s the physicality of the process. It’s the knowledge that you own the music you just bought; it won’t arbitrarily be pulled from your streaming service because of some corporate fight over licensing. And you can listen to it any time you want. No worries about network connectivity! And if you want to rip those discs to MP3 for your phone, you can!
The purpose of this post? I dunno…those memories that came flooding back (and the unexpected recollection of the smells) just kind of gobsmacked me in the dark silence this morning.
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Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here (1975)
People don’t generally take me for a Pink Floyd fan, but oh yeah…
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So much mid 90s aesthetic!
I’m not a huge fan of Mr. Jackson’s work beyond his greatest hits, but this was a decent compilation of his music when it was released.
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Pet Shop Boys: Actually (1987)
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Grace Jones: Muse (1977)
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Donna Summer: Live and More (1978)
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I remember how…fresh…this was when it came out.
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Yaz: Upstairs At Eric’s (1982)
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I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried. As much as I love jazz, this is just one of those albums that is nails-on-a-blackboard to me.
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I bought it as a curiosity. I’m not that familiar with Lorde’s work (actually confusing her with Madonna’s daughter Lourdes at one point) but I understand each of her albums has some gimmick factor. In this case it’s being released on a “clear” CD. I was kind of surprised it actually worked, but after listening to it my reaction was a definite “Meh.” I’ll give it a few more listens and see if it grows on me. It happens.
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Alan Parsons Project: I, Robot (1977)
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Verve Remixed (Vol. 1 – 4)
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B-52s: B-52s (1979)
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Grace Jones: Portfolio (1978)
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B-52s: Cosmic Thing (1989)
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Prince: Purple Rain (1984)
One of my grails is to own this on purple vinyl, but sadly prices on the resale market remain astronomical.

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Alan Parsons Project: Tales of Mystery and Imagination (1976)
And thus began my love affair with the music of APP…
I first heard this at my buddy Gary’s house the summer immediately following our high school graduation. He had, in my mind, an absolutely killer system: a Kenwood KR-7400 receiver, Infinity 1001A Speakers, and a Technics SL-1400 turntable. I remember sitting there just mesmerized as this album played.
Gary and I had been friends since grade school. I remember him being a brilliant kid and we shared the same dry sense of humor as we moved into high school. We stayed in contact for years after graduation. He worked in high school as a stock boy for one of the local supermarket chains, and as I understand it, he went on—following the American dream of old—of rising up in the ranks, eventually becoming store—and later regional—manager.
We lost touch after I moved to Tucson in ’85. Though a mutual friend we briefly reconnected via email a couple years ago, exchanging photos and a brief outline of what had happened in our lives over the past 40-odd years. I never heard back from him after the second round of emails, but he seemed uninterested in rekindling our friendship. I have a feeling that in the intervening years he—like so fucking many of my absolute best friends from that period—had found religion and/or taken a political hard right and judged my lifestyle unacceptable. (There’s a reason you can never go home again.) But I’ll always be grateful to him for introducing me to the Alan Parsons Project.
*There are a couple different dates on the internet as to when this album was officially released, but I’m going with this one.
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