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Throughout December, CHIRP Radio presents its volunteers’ top albums of 2016. Our next list is from DJ and blog editor Tyler Clark. I think most of us are in agreement that 2016 sucked shit (which also happens to be the name of my band's forthcoming single). It's a sentiment that's been so widespread for so much of this calendar year that it's even spawned its own thinkpieces, but even the recognition of our collective hyperbole doesn't change the fact that this year was pretty beastly. Even if you limit yourself to the year in music, you have to contend with not only the deaths of David Bowie and Prince and Sharon Jones and Leonard Cohen, but also Paul Kantner and George Martin and Ralph Stanley and Rudy Van Gelder and Leon Russell and Mose Allison and Greg Lake and all those doomed DIYers at Ghost Ship and... I'll stop now, but not because I've run out of terrible things to rehash. Rather, I'll stop because you get my meaning, because if you're reading this when it's published, that means you've lived through the past 348 shitty days, too, and you know that the worst parts of them extend way beyond losing the guy who wrote "Raspberry Beret." We're in some dark days, but that doesn't mean there weren't pinpricks of light here and there. They've made lists of those, too, and they'll make you feel a little better for a few minutes. If you're a music fan, so will the stunning records that came out this year. Maybe I'm just looking for a silver lining, but 2016 definitely feels, in complete spite of itself, like the best year for music that we've had in quite a while. That's not a huge consolation, geopolitical realities considered, but it's something, and I'll take something over nothing every time. Check out my Top Ten, and see if you agree. |
Throughout December, CHIRP Radio presents its volunteers’ top albums of 2016. Our next list is from DJ and Blog Manager Clarence Ewing. Lately I’ve been thinking about alternate realities. If the musings of some very smart people are to be believed, different outcomes from every event you or I or we experience get played out in an endless number of universes. At this moment in time there are other existences where Cubs fans once again have to Wait ‘TIll Next Year, where great artists I just assumed would always be around still grace us with their presence, if only for a little longer, where people across the world gleefully toast the coming new year as they shake their heads and chuckle “Can you believe the Americans almost voted that a__hole into office? What were they thinking?” The idea of what might have been ended up being the unconscious theme of my Top 10 albums list for this year. The 10 albums I chose are not just among the best 2016 had to offer but also, in their own way, they represent different worlds resulting from different decisions made individually and collectively… |
Throughout December, CHIRP Radio presents its volunteers’ top albums of 2016. Our next list is from volunteer Nick Ammerman. this is a list of the 2016 albums that gave me the most pleasure in 2016 |
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by Kyle Sanders
Two key points to wearing a top hat:
1) It will get you many compliments.
2) It will not keep your head warm in thirty degree weather--which is surprising, considering top hats were all the rage for men 100 years ago (so how did they do it?!).
Times might have changed, yet the appeal of Stevie Nicks remains timeless. There I was, standing in line to enter the United Center last Saturday night in cold temperatures, donning a vintage Victorian-style black top hat to match the vest and combat boots I had also decided to wear.
Looking more steam-punk than mystical, I scanned the crowd of concertgoers of mixed ages, genders, and races, realizing I was the only person sporting a top hat. It's one feeling of joy to dress up to stand out, but it's a whole other level of smug satisfaction in knowing that no one else in all their chiffon glory holds a candle to your distinct look. "Taken by the (chilly) wind," indeed!
For more than half of my life, I have been a fan of Stevie Nicks. My obsessive admiration began in 1997, the year of Fleetwood Mac's well-received comeback tour, The Dance, and I instantly fell in love watching the intimately acoustic performance of Nicks' "Landslide" on an MTV special (it's the best version of that song in my book). Nicks' weathered voice singing words of reflection and gained knowledge cast a spell over me at age 11, and nearly twenty years later, that spell continues to enchant my heart and soul.