Just listened to the new U2. Unspectacular. Sounded like all the other U2 stuff. It wasn't bad but
wasn't album of the year in my opinion. The War On Drugs album was way beter than that for
example. I don't know, I should just give up. I admit I am not a big fan of "popular" music.
I don't think I have a better ear than the masses but I will say that the steaming masses usually
run towards a lot of hot garbage with a catchy beat and hook but not an ounce of substance.

The top ten albums released in 2014 I listened to and liked the best:
In no particular order...

Jack White - Lazaretto
Phantogram - Voices
Sun Kil Moon - Benji
The War On Drugs - Lost in The Dream
The Afghan Whigs - do to the beast
Elbow - The Take Off And Landing Of Everything
U2 - Songs Of Innocence
Beck - Morning Phase
Cloud Nothings - Here And Nowhere Else
Wheat - Wishing Good Things For The World

I've read nothing but good things about the new Smashing Pumpkins, but I've only heard 3 songs....

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Im pretty hammered right now.

I am glad I am old and heard none.

That's surprising, you seem like such a hip, with-it kinda guy.

I grab a song here or there but I quit on CD's probably with Pearl Jam's Vitalogy. After that I just listem to what I want. Even the single from Foster the People.

i'm waiting until December 31 to post my list so DB doesn't get mad at me

I am not a legal expert, how many times do I have to say it?

"rogers park bryan"]
I think Rolling Stone is kind of in bed with U2 and probably Apple.


It was a decent album.

Im pretty hammered right now.

Im pretty hammered right now.

Add this to my list. Just beautiful. Listening again tonight.

I've seen her name alot, and 20 seconds into an itunes sample, I'm fucking kicking myself
for only listening to her for the 1st time as I type this.

Im pretty hammered right now.

Buy it. So good. Simple, brooding.

What is it? I can't read the writing on the album.

Sharon Von Etten

Im pretty hammered right now.

Pitchfork Top 50:

http://m.pitchfork.com/features/staff-l ... s-of-2014/

I feel really un-hip after reading that list. Only heard of a handful of those.

Maybe when you grow up you will reach Spanky's level of hippiness.

Im pretty hammered right now.

Not "hippiness"
That's a different thing

I see a lot of Perfume Genius mentions on the best of '14 lists.
I know I'm probably not in his target demo, but I think his music
and his videos are creepy as fuck.
Not a fan, (because of the music, not him as a person).

Im pretty hammered right now.

Even in its self-contradictions, 1989 is generous: is there anything more riveting than a Type A person’s "fuck it" phase? Of course the grand acts of big city rebellion on Taylor Swift’s fifth album are hilariously PG: "Oh yeah? You think I’m demure? Well how ‘bout I cut up this shirt?" The entire premise—that 1989 is Swift’s "first official, documented pop album"—rests on a similarly crafty fallacy, that her catalog hasn’t been shaped by whip-smart pop instincts all along. It’s that patented humblebrag pantomime again: "Little ol’ me? A pop star?"

It’s so perfect, though—that Swift’s big-deal stylistic pivot is, in fact, utterly un-transgressive. In reality, 1989 isn’t such a departure from the glossier moments of Red: conversational but crisp, informed but not steered by Max Martin, yuppie in spite of a preoccupation with social hierarchy. Still, if Swift insists she is now a pop star, let it be known that she does "pop star" better than any of her peers, with the knowing passive-aggression of a student who’d rather quietly carry a group project than tell her classmates they’re doing it all wrong. This strategic coyness can be Swift’s most maddening quality, but on 1989, she owns it unlike ever before, popping the Chandon with a big ol’ wink for all the Crazy Bitches to clink to the douchebags’ toasts. She’s harnessed the power of her all-consuming self-awareness, investing in the meme economy with quivering poker-face, her returns matched only by Drake’s: if they hate, then let ‘em hate, and watch the "basic bitch" think pieces pile up. Is there any doubt she knew full well, on "Blank Space", how uncannily "long list of ex-lovers" sounded like "lonely Starbucks lovers"?

Those who accuse Swift of ironing out her narratives on 1989 aren’t wrong: those efficiently personal details once stitched into her songwriting have been democratized. But it’s unrealistic to frame this as selling out. (Taylor Swift does not sell out. She sells more.) Maybe, instead, it’s the realization that obsessive mythologizing of past and future is way less fun than having tons of sex and carting your cat around New York City. To be clear: "Global Welcome Ambassador" Swift’s New York is not the city where you buy loosies from the corner bodega, and it is certainly not the city where police murdered Eric Garner in cold blood for allegedly selling them. Swift’s New York involves some tricky camera angles: a close-up of the festive Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, the surrounding protest signs conveniently just out of frame. It would be silly to consider her penthouse view as anything other than what it is: a commercial. But, whoopsy daisy! Wouldn’t you know it? She’s better than everybody at those, too. —Meaghan Garvey

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.