In 2003, I turned 16, not 13. My birthday is in August, though, so I spent most of the year 15 years old, trying hard to just not care about what other people thought, and contrary to popular belief, not being able to tell didn’t help on that front.
My roundup of personal favorites from 2003 errs a bit on the interconnected nature of music. One artist knows another who worked with another who was inspired by another, and on and on. I enjoy seeing and hearing my favorites overlap, as it’s just one more way to show that art is not created in […]
I have lots of guilty pleasures, and one of them is that I never say Cat Power’s name. I sing it, instead, the way Homer Simpson sings about his name that he got from Marge’s hair-dryer.