Desert Island Albums

I’m trapped on a desert island with only a turntable — and presumably a way to generate electricity — and a certain number of record albums, let’s say 25.

In no particular order, as the boat with all my records is sinking, I grab:

Uncle Charlie and His Dog Teddy, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Will the Circle Be Unbroken, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and friends

Lil Beethoven, Sparks

Wildflowers, Tom Petty

Unchained, Johnny Cash

Thick As A Brick, Jethro Tull

Songs From the Wood, Jethro Tull

Led Zeppelin IV

On the Threshold of a Dream, The Moody Blues

Black Cadillac, Roseanne Cash

John B. Sebastian

Love and Theft, Bob Dylan

Judee Sill

Heart Food, Judee Sill

Ladies of the Canyon, Joni Mitchell

Blue, Joni Mitchell

Live at the Pershing, The Ahmad Jamal Trio

Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen

Lucky Town, Bruce Springsteen

Mirror Ball, Neil Young

Cracked Rear View, Hootie and the Blowfish

Tapestry, Carole King

Conversations, Sara Groves

Heart in Motion, Amy Grant

Crimson and Blue, Phil Keaggy

That’s 25? Wait, look at all that’s sinking under the waves — I forgot The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Bee Gees, Bachman Turner Overdrive, Rolling Stones, Kinks, The Who, Buffalo Springfield, CSNY, John Kongos, Simon and Garfunkel, Rodney Crowell, Van Morrison, Tommy James, The Monkees, Jason Mraz, oh dear oh dear oh dear …

Can I have a do-over? Can I grab 50 albums instead of 25? I’m sure if I try this same exercise tomorrow, I will have many repeats, but you have to know I’ll include Sgt. Pepper and SMiLE and Pet Sounds and Bridge Over Troubled Water.

So much music to love, so little time, and humans keep making more music every day. How do we find the time and energy to hate each other? More important, why?


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