It’s time for a new series of posts here at Off The Tracks. Over the last six and a bit years I’ve given you The Vinyl Countdown, Classic Albums I Can’t Ever Listen To Again, Great Kiwi Albums You Must Revisit, It Was The Best Gig Ever, It Was The Worst, Movies of My Life, Authors I Admire, Drummers You Just Can’t Beat, TV Shows That Meant The World To Me, The Best Guitarist In The World and the 1001 Albums Challenge. Most of those series’ are ongoing – I completed the 1001 albums thingy – but the rest are little mini-blog series’ that I add to when I remember.
I feel like it’s time to start another.
Over the years I’ve had people tell me that I have shitty taste in music, or directly ask the question, “What makes you think your taste is so good?” I have never thought that. The Vinyl Countdown is a celebration of my record collection – the good, the bad and the ugly.
So I’m sitting here listening to my Burt Bacharach soundtrack to Lost Horizons – it’s the score to a film I haven’t seen. I bought the album for a buck from an op-shop in Masterton. It was panned – as was the film. But I love it!
So I figured I’d share some stories about albums I love that are the duds – either I’ve found a way in to appreciate it through sheer stubbornness – or I just loved it on first listen without knowing anything about its rating, its standing. That’s happened a lot – and I love finding out the album I dig is mostly thought of as a bit of a piece of shit. One person’s shit is, after all, another person’s sugar. Not literally. But you know…
So I’ll add to this file and see how it goes. Admit to loving the bad Bob Dylan albums or the Lou Reed records from the 1980s that weren’t great but were also, at the same time, totally wonderful!
Buckle up. It’s gonna (hopefully) be fun. Shit That’s Good: Crap Albums I Love starts now here at Off The Tracks. Erm, brace yourself.
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