Friday night's show in Ashland smelled of patchouli and weed. People wore GREAT PANTS of many magical colors and fabrics. After an evening of prolonged eye contact, tender hugs, and enraptured dancing I drove to Chico and I thought YES! Episode 13! "Nitemare Hippy Girl"! So here you go:
Beck was my biggest crush in middle/high school (still is). I listened to Midnite Vultures so many times I actually wore out the CD, which I didn't think was possible. I didn't scratch it because it never left my boombox - it just stopped playing one day. So I got another copy. Mellow Gold holds a special place in my heart, though:
Oh god, but then there's Odelay:
When I was sixteen I saw him for the first time at Radio City Music Hall during the Midnite Vultures tour. As he sang "Debra" a bed lowered from the ceiling and he thrashed around like a madman using falsetto that would make Prince proud... suffice to say I didn't have a voice the next day.
It's impossible to have a favorite. Each album is so unique...
And yet they all tie together in the perfect way.