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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Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
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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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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As a newly minted gay in the spring of 1977, I first heard this album in the dorm room of one John…McGuire. He was first man I ever did the deed with, and he was shocked—shocked I tell you—that at the time I had no idea who this Bette Midler was, and quite frankly her music did not appeal to me in any way. (I know, right? Should’ve turned in my gay card then and there.) But ya know, over the years it grew on me to the point that as I said, I know every note forward and backward and can now quote from it as effortlessly as I can from Personal Services.
I was just texting my old friend and housemate Michael (who shares my love of Bette and Personal Services) and in discussing Miss M., he said he was now going to have to dig out his copy and give it a listen because he—like most of us these days—needs some cheering up.
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Giorgio & Chris: Love’s in You, Love’s in Me (1978)
Never one of my favorites, but looked back upon fondly, especially Burning the Midnight Oil.
I get the totally unsubstantiated feeling that Giorgio was fucking Chris at the time and was hoping to make her the next Donna Summer. Unfortunately, Chris didn’t possess the vocal talent of Summer and this is why I think this was a one-off album…
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…from our friends at Verve Records. Available on both black and colored vinyl, as well as CD.
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Carpenters: A Song For You (1972)
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Grace Jones: Fame (1978)
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