Best Albums of 2016

There was so much good music this year it was impossible to narrow it down to just 10. Even getting down to these 13 was harder than it's been in a very long time. Other than the final pick the rest are practically interchangeable; different but all equally great. That's why I've chosen not to give rankings except for the (obvious) #1. So here goes nothing:

Todd Snider - Eastside Bulldog: Todd finally makes a full album by his hard partying alter-ego Elmo Buzz. No social commentary here, just lots of songs about Hank Williams Jr, fast cars and faster women.

Lucinda Williams - The Ghosts of Highway 20: Almost 40 years in and Lucinda is just as raw and moving as she's ever been. No one sings like she does, and luckily no one dares to try.

Lydia Loveless - Real: I was lucky enough to see Lydia Loveless live a couple of months ago and she was even better than this record lets on. I read someone describe this as "hipster country". I have no idea if that's even a thing, but if it is I like it.

Band of Horses - Why Are You Ok?: It's becoming increasingly obvious these guys can't make a bad record. If you've ever liked anything they've done in the past you'll like this one just as much. Not their best album, but still better than most.

Wilco - Schmilco: Wilco lost me almost 10 years ago. I loved everything up to 'Sky Blue Sky' and then I became completely disillusioned with every new record after to the point I don't think I've listened to their last couple of albums more than once. They won me back with this. This seems more like the natural follow up to 'A Ghost Is Born' than anything since

D Generation - Nothing Is Anywhere: A record I never thought would actually happen. 17 years after breaking up D Generation returned with more of the sleazy NYC glam punk that made me love them in 1994. The band that was the soundtrack to my first post-high school summer sounds just as fantastic 22 years later.

Margo Price - Midwest Farmer's Daughter: Old fashioned honky tonk is alive and well in 2016. Call it Americana or Alt-Country if you want, but this could be an unreleased Loretta Lynn record from 1968. The world needs more of this.

Hey! Hello! - Hey! Hello! Too! (original Hollis version): One of the best records of the year is one that unfortunately you can't buy if you didn't get it in the 10 days or so it was available this past spring. The band re-recorded the album with guests vocalists before officially releasing it later in the year, but that version doesn't come close to the original. Not as poppy as their 2013 debut, but still full of the gigantic hooks only Ginger Wildheart can write. It's a shame so few people got to hear the album as originally intended.

The Jayhawks - Paging Mr. Proust: After a failed reunion with Mark Olsen in 2011, the band regrouped with a combination of their pre and post 1997 lineups and made their best album since 2000's 'Smile'.

Various Artists - Southern Family: A compilation album put together by Nashville super producer Dave Cobb. All of the usual Americana suspects are present (Jason Isbell, Chris Stapleton, Zac Brown, Shooter Jennings), accounted for and turn in some memorable performances - but the unexpected highlight is former Black Crowes guitarist Rich Robinson's album closing "The Way Home". Backed by a gospel choir it's a beautiful ending to a wonderful record.

Butch Walker - Stay Gold: After a somber album dealing with the death of his father 2 years ago, Butch came back ready to turn up the amps and make a rock n roll record again. As infectious an album as you'll hear this year or any other.

David Bowie - Blackstar: Not sure what I can say about this album that hasn't already been written in hundreds of pieces dissecting everything about it. A true musical genius gifting us with his last piece of art. The sound of a man who knew his life was coming to an end but still had something left to say. As haunting and powerful an album as Bowie ever made.

Drive-By Truckers - American Band: Nothing else comes close. The perfect record for an imperfect moment in history. From the stark black and white photo on the cover (not using a Wes Freed painting for the first time in 15 years) you know you're in for a completely different type of DBT album. Instead of turning a blind eye to everything wrong in 2016 this album tackles "conservatism", gun violence, social class, and racism head on. 45 minutes of what it means to be a white, middle class southern liberal in the era of Trump. Disgusted, bitter and pissed off but in the end still struggling to make the world a better place. An unquestioned masterpiece. The finest record they've ever made, and by far the best of the year.

iCloud Calendar Spam

I started getting these earlier this week and had no idea how to get rid of them. There's not a "No" or "Fuck You" button, so your only real option is to hit Decline - letting the sender know they hit upon an actual person, and guaranteeing the spam will only increase.

Luckily the internet came to the rescue, and Twitter user Aaron Douglas wrote up a nice blog post detailing how to get out of calendar invite hell:

Preventing iCloud Calendar Spam Invites

Supersonic

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Had the pleasure of seeing this a couple of weeks ago and have been meaning to write about it since.

It wasn't just a funny and honest look at one of my favorite bands of all time, more than anything it was a perfect time capsule of a moment that can't ever be repeated. As great as the internet has been in giving us all instant access to anything we could ever want and has brought the world closer together in ways we could've never imagined, it makes a phenomenon like Oasis impossible to happen again.

A National Disgrace

15 hours since I woke up and read the news and I'm still trying to make sense of exactly what just happened.

It's like the stages of grief after someone dies. I've been through denial and depression, but the anger stage will be sticking around indefinitely. I can't imagine ever getting to the bargaining stage. And acceptance? No fucking way.

Hillary Clinton didn't lose, neither did The Democratic Party. America did.

We as a collective entity gave our approval of homophobia, racism, misogyny and xenophobia. We gave our explicit endorsement to the ugliest traits of humanity. We just made a cartoonish buffoon the leader of the most powerful nation on earth. A con man who was both unqualified and undeserving will now be our leader. A bully who embodies literally everything that is wrong with the human experience in 2016 is our face to the rest of the world.

I blame not only each and every person who voted for him, but the media who took his campaign seriously and legitimized what should have been nothing more than a circus sideshow. I blame the rest of the GOP who didn't distance themselves from him and feared being ostracized from their party more than they loved our country. The blood is on all of your hands.

I woke up this morning a straight, white, middle class, heterosexual male knowing full well I'm the one demographic most likely to not have their life changed at all. However that narrow viewpoint is precisely what drives people to vote for a monster like Donald Trump. Complete disregard for everyone who isn't you. Everything we've gained the last 8 years, all of the steps we've taken to become a more beautiful, kind and open place are about to be wiped away. Welcome to a society where those who need our help and protection the most will be marginalized and treated with indifference at best.

That's not a society I want to be any part of. It's unfortunately the society that millions of my fellow Americans have decided we need. That's a complete and utter tragedy.

I've never been so ashamed and disgusted in my entire life.

Game 7

It all comes down to this.

7 months of baseball decided in 1 game.

I've purposely not written anything here about the playoffs this year. I figured I'd wait until the Cubs were out and post my thoughts then. As the Cubs kept winning I realized waiting until it was over I'd be too emotional one way or the other, and what needs to be said should be said now.

28 years since I was first "forced" to watch the Cubs with my Mom (we'd just moved to a new town into a house that only had cable in one room). 28 years of countless summer afternoons glued to WGN. 28 years where more often than not the Cubs had no realistic chance of winning anything. 28 years of more heartaches than I care to remember. 28 years of both loving and cursing my Mom for passing on the torture of being a Cubs fan.

Win or lose, nothing that happens tonight will affect how wonderful this season has been. More excitement, more fun and more happiness than the previous 27 years combined. Not winning it all won't change any of that.

That said, I want to fucking win.

I want to live in a world where for the next 360-something days the Chicago Cubs are champions. I want to bury the goat, the black cat, and the lovable losers tag forever. I want to feel what Red Sox fans felt in 2004. I want to know the past 28 years were all leading to this.

Let's win this for Ernie Banks, Ron Santo, Billy Williams and Fergie Jenkins. Let's win for Jim Frey, Don Zimmer, Jim Riggleman and Lou Pinella. Let's win for Andre Dawson, Ryne Sandberg and Mark Grace. Let's win for Kerry Wood and Mark Prior. Let's win for Harry Caray, Jack Brickhouse and Steve Stone. Let's win for Derrek Lee, Aramis Ramirez and Carlos Zambrano. Let's win for Steve Bartman. Let's win for the millions of diehard Cubs fans who've lived and died in the last 108 years who never got to experience this.

Most of all though, let's win this for my Mom.

Apple Pay Returns?

Last week I bought something at Walgreen's and today finally got a chance to return it. Without thinking they credited the card I used, only it wasn't an actual card. Only after I looked at the receipt a couple of hours later and saw "Credited to Visa **-7694" did I remember I'd used Apple Pay. That card number is a disposable one-time number generated just for that purchase.

What the hell happens now?

The credit (it was less than $10 so not a huge deal) hasn't hit my account yet. I'm worried it's just lost somewhere out in the ether. The fact I'm with Wells Fargo doesn't give me much faith either, given their recent issues.

Anyone have a clue?

Apple Music's "Your Favorites" Mix

The first couple of weeks this was a thing I wasn't quite sure their algorithm knew what the hell it was doing - random speed metal, Adele and jazz I've never heard of. This week though, I'll be damned if they didn't get it right.

Sturgill Simpson, Big Star, Stereophonics, Jason Isbell, (old) Wilco, Steve Earle, Butch Walker, Gov't Mule, Manic Street Preachers...and Dio, just to name a few on this perfectly curated 25 song playlist. This is exactly the kind of mix I'd make for someone who wanted to know my all-over-the-map musical taste.

The first year or so of Apple Music almost felt like a beta. A lot of things didn't work as expected and some didn't work at all. They slowly improved every aspect of it though, to the point where it's now an evolved and mature product that can compete with Spotify.

This makes me excited for tomorrow and the so far lackluster "Discovery Mix" that comes out on Fridays. If they finally got what I already like down pat, hopefully suggesting new music that makes sense is right around the corner.