A question I get asked more often than I would like is, what were you doing in 1968? A common response I give is, “well, I wasn’t shaving my legs you piece of shit!”
Or, I say I was roaming the country, in sandals, with a bucket of murky water and a scrub brush and trying to delouse members of the countercultures’ pubic region. A more derogatory way of saying this would be, I was washing filthy hippies’ bushes. In my defense I was only taking donations, as I did mostly enjoy the work, other than my footwear and the sour aroma of pubic hair that’s presence seemed to be all consuming.
The more accurate answer would be I wasn’t alive yet, my parents hadn’t even graduated high school.
For any of you interested in my origin story I have been told I was conceived from a particularly aggressive love making session that occurred on top of a Ponderosa buffet table during lunch hours.
Back to 1968 and my spiritual journey. It recalls a Bukowski line, “I dreamed I drank an arrow shirt and stole a broken pail.” I don’t know what that means but I love it—here it will function as a seamless transition to a list of my top ten favorite albums of 1968.
1. The Beatles– The White Album
2. Jimi Hendrix—Electric Ladyland
3. Frank Zappa and the Mothers—We’re Only in it for the Money
4. The Velvet Underground—White Light/White Heat
5. The Kinks—We Are The Village Green Preservation Society
6. The Doors—Waiting for the Sun
7. Creedence Clearwater Revival—Self Titled
8. The Rolling Stones—Beggar’s Banquet
9. Otis Redding—The Dock of the Bay
10. Iron Butterfly—In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
There were several other notable releases, but these are my darlings. It is probably my favorite year in music. The first five could almost compromise half my top ten albums of all-time list on our sister app TriYou (coming soon). 1969 is a pretty hard year to beat as well but that is for another time. It’s for 1969 you asshole, you might say, and you’d be right in doing so. But I mean there may just be another post with the best from 1969 too. Some other years I will consider are 1993, 1994, and 1995. I need to look at a list again and refresh myself on those years. I also want to look back at 2003, I seem to remember several great releases that year including The White Stripe’s Elephant and Stephen Malkmus’s Pig Lib.
I’m curious as to what your favorite year in music might be and why which brings me to another relevant question for you to answer quietly to yourself. This is one of my favorite questions and it was posited in the movie Kingpin.
“Can you get sick drinking piss?”