20 albums

If you go on Facebook right now, it’s probably flooded with these lists. Normally I hate chain and spam bullshit, especially the entire Neknomination business. But this is music. This is different to me because music is an important part of my life, and I’m sure most people will agree.

I love music a lot. I like hearing new music– even if it’s weird and I hate it. But there’s something special about those albums that just stick with you through time, even if it’s just a brief period of your life (shoutout to Sam’s Simple Plan phase… wait that’s still going, true). These albums remind you of moments in your life that become ingrained in your emotional memory.

A lot of people are rule followers which I didn’t want to do, hence this blog post. This is the original part of the chain spam thing:

“List 12 albums that have stayed with you over the years in some way. Don’t take too long on this list – just a few minutes. These don’t have to be great records, or critical darlings, just ones that mean something to you personally”

1. 12 is a dumb number. I made it 20.

2. These albums are supposed to mean something to me and y’all want me to take “a few minutes?”

Anyways, a lot of people just plopped a random set of albums in no particular order, but what’s the fun in that? If there’s one thing I enjoy on par with music, it’s probably organized lists. Also to compensate for my obvious bias for one particular artist… I tried my best to do one album per artist. Other wise this list might have been very different. So anyways, here’s my list with short blurbs and stuff. You may also notice that most of these are from after 2003 and that’s because I don’t really like/fetishize old music because I don’t give a shit.

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oxymoron

OXYMORON_FRONT_DELUXEScHoolboy Q – Oxymoron

February 25, 2014

59 minutes

Oxymoron begins in a way that you probably wouldn’t expect: with ScHoolboy Q’s eight-year-old daughter Joy saying “Hello… Hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangster” just before a little piano beat. Likely not understanding the weight of the words she’s speaking, little Joy delivers the perfect intro to Q’s paradoxical relationships with his own daughter.

Her innocence leading into the album’s opening track, the hard hitting “Gangsta” is the contrast that Oxymoron provokes through listening. It’s an album with two intertwined sides and Q in the middle trying to find the balance.

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