Released in October 2000. Right when I needed it. The perfect album to get lost in and reset.
“Been Caught Stealing” was everywhere and a ton of fun. “Ain’t No Right” had that great tribal bass intro. “Three
The first band I “discovered” on my own. Instant desert island disc.
A teammate on the swim team told me to get IV and II. That was Christmas. I quickly picked up everything else in the catalog.
The songs never get old.
Hard to pick just one album, but BTR has two of my favorites; She’s The One and Jungleland.
The last great Stones album. Every track. Though released in 1981, most of the tracks were outtakes from the 70s. Their greatest decade.
I remember playing this as loud as our stereo could go while home alone on a Friday afternoon back then. It wasn't until Waiting On A Friend ended that I finally heard my Dad knocking at the door. He was here to pick me up for the weekend and had given up trying to get me to hear him. I guess he waited until the album was done.
The soundtrack to my earliest memories. From living in Seattle, to Waterbury, to Hamden. You know how audiophiles take pristine care of their vinyl, holding it by the edges, dusting, being oh so gentle as they lower the needle? My Mom is the opposite. I remember the needle bouncing on The Magical Mystery Tour when it would hit specks of white paint. Records were usually stacked five high on the player and in piles next to it. House cleaning included dusting the records.
Buying GYBR on CD was a revelation. In fact, listening to all of the music of my childhood again on CD was a revelation.