If you were stranded on a deserted island, which 10 albums would you take with you, assuming you had time to pack a bag full of all the necessities necessary for that inevitable event? kind’ve a silly question, really; if you knew you were subject to being stranded someplace, you would want to take all precautionary measures to avoid such a thing. Well, HUMOUR ME: You’re stuck on a fucking island in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and somehow you have a functioning record player and you have to choose 10 records to take with you… so what’s it gonna be?
Well, if I had to choose (thank you for asking) they would be the following. Some are the greatest records ever made, and some aren’t; that’s not to say that they aren’t good, they are, they are all great in fact. It’s just that if I wanted to remember life back on dry land, I would want to relive the greatest memories that I’ve made, and a lot of these events were set to music, so what better way to relive them? Exactly my point. God willing, it will never come to this, but if I had to choose, I would choose:
This is the record that I mostly play in early spring, usually on the first sunny, hot day of the year. I bought this album when I was vacationing in New Jersey years ago; back home the snow still covered everything as far as the eye could see. But in Jersey, it wasn’t the case. Sure, it was still chilly in March, but my cousin and I walked on the beach barefoot. It wasn’t hot enough to go swimming yet, yet there were still surfers in the water, braving the cold. Plus, it was sunny. SO SUNNY. This album is my escape. I close my eyes and picture myself on a boardwalk. . This record takes me to that sunny place. It’s a wonderful place. A true gem of a record.
In the late 90’s, Montreal was a wonderful place. It was a place where bohemians and artists alike transformed the city into a mecca of groovy fun times. The Plateau was an unpretentious, laid-back place, full of life and sunshine and harmony; when I listen to this record it reminds me of the simpler times, hanging out in the Old Port, hippies wandering about, the smell of weed in the air, people acting like people, cell phones didn’t exist, I was the only person who was buying vinyl records. Oh, if I could only turn back time. Hipsters didn’t exist back then, the food revolution was only just beginning. *hit the pause button* This is probably the record that I cherish most. It’s a reminder of happier times and that yesteryear that was actually worth living.
The perfect autumn record. Strange that I would pick an autumn record to take with me to a deserted island where it’s probably sweltering and unbearably hot, but what can I say? This is the soundtrack to a good chuck of my high school days. I’d spend hours playing SNES while listening to this album. There isn’t a weak track on this record. Definitely gonna pack this one..
The other perfect autumn record. I don’t listen to it much anymore, maybe because I love it so much and think it’s so special that I save it for special occasions. It’s Tori’s most unique record I think. The beautiful arrangements, the harpsichord dominating many of the tracks, there is swearing throughout, it’s sultry, crude, delicate, beautiful, timeless, yet so timely. Another snapshot of yesteryear set to music. Thinking about listening to it now….
In the winter of 2000 I discovered Jeff Buckley. He died after making just one record but it was such a great record that millions of artist will probably never be able to achieve what he did in his short life. His rendition of Halleluja alone will forever be remembered. It’s a haunting record that gets better with every listen. There will never be an artist like Jeff Buckley and I wish I had gotten to see him live. An artist that was taken away from us too soon, and in a really sad way too, not from drugs or alcohol, but by being swept away at sea while taking a late night swim, of all things. Taken by the sea, perhaps fitting that his memory would live on this way.
Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, a record that I absolutely adore may arguably be considered their magnum opus, but their true masterpiece in my opinion is Siamese Dream. This record, unlike Mellon Collie, is track after track of stellar songwriting; no filler, no instrumentals, just pure unabashed unforgiving rock. Its the type of record that you play front to back and then you’re tempted to flip it over and play it again. WOW. My favorite tracks are all the tracks. That’s how good it is. If I ever forget to pack this record I may be tempted to swim back to land to go get it, and risk drowning in the process.
The greatest album of all time. If you haven’t hear OK Computer then I feel sorry for you. Not that I pity you, although I do, but it’s such an important piece of music and you should do yourself a favor and listen to it. There’s nothing more to say about this record, if I have to explain why I would take this with me it’s only because you haven’t heard it yet. So do so. Tonight, if possible.
Great Canadian Band, Moist! On an indefinite hiatus (although recent Tweets from lead singer David Usher hinting at a possible reunion, yay!), it’s a record typical of records released in the 90’s: It’s REALLY REALLY GOOD! The record I tend to play during the first snowfall of the year. Not sure why. My brain is wired differently than yours. Can’t explain it. I just love Creature.
The last I Mother Earth record to feature Edwin on vocals. It’s filled with great songs, and also with some mediocre ones. Why would I take this with me then? Because it rocks. It’s another great 90’s record from a Canadian band and I would want to remember the country I’m from and the memories I made while this record dominated that period in my life while trying to survive the harsh conditions on this god-forsaken deserted island.
This is the first Manic Street Preachers record I bought, and it’s their best. This started me on the journey to discovering a band that today I call my all time favorite, and its lead singer, James Dean Bradfield, my favorite vocalist. This album is filled with track after track of pure pop bliss, intricate song writing that seems simple when first heard yet in reality quite complex,and each song is filled with such unfulfillable longing; It’s indulgent, it’s heart-wrenching, fun, jovial, and great. It’s just great. Look I’ll prove it, listen to this!:
So, what say you? What’s your top 10 desert island list? I’d love for you to leave a comment. If you don’t want to, that’s ok. If you’re reading this it means that you made it to the end of my post, and what more could I ask for? Thank you for reading my blog. Still, please leave a comment, both because I am interested in what you have to say and also because I hope to discover more wonderful music this way. Thank you and goodnight -This Is Orson Welles.