Top Five: All time Favorite Albums

Since Red is inflicting … er, I mean, enlightening us with her tastes in everything and anything this week, I decided to jump in with my Top 5 Albums. I know no one listens to albums anymore, but pretend like technology never progressed past 1995 and you’re stuck on a desert island with only five CDs. These are mine – though ask me next week and they might be different:


Radiohead: OK Computer – If I could only bring one CD to this mythic isle, this might be the one. Its got a fantastic variety of songs to fit any mood (Exit Music from a Film = I’m depressed because I’m alone on an island / Electioneering = We’ve run out of coconuts and I. Am. Pissed!) and even after ten years, I still hear something new in the layers upon layers of tracks nearly every time I listen.

Bright Eyes: Lifted or The Story is the Soil So Keep Your Ear to the Ground – A long title for a long couple of months without the InterWeb or indoor plumbing. Again, great variety of songs, endless hours of fun studying the lyrics. Probably the closest Conor Oberst will ever get to a masterpiece.

Rilo Kiley: The Execution of All Things – Those who know me knew we weren’t getting through this without an RK record. While More Adventurous is also awesome, I’m going to give the desert island treatment to Execution. When I’m delirious from drinking seawater and the vultures are starting to circulate over my shipwrecked frame, I want the dulcet tones of Jenny Lewis and lap steel guitar to lull me to sleep.

The Beatles: Rubber Soul – You could really go with almost any Beatles album on a desert island. Hell, you could go with all Beatles albums and probably not go too insane. This one has Norwegian Wood, Nowhere Man, In My Life, Michelle and others. It’s going in my supply satchel next to the insect repellent and cyanide capsules.

The Clash: London Calling – This album came out three years before I was born and it still pissed off my parents when I played it as a teenager. Always a good sign. With songs like Rudy Can’t Fail and Spanish Bombs, Joe Strummer and the boys had a great sense of desperation in paradise. Just the thing you’d want to listen to when there’s water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

OK, ya'll's turn.