
OMG. Can you believe that [X Magazine] didn’t include [underrated album Y] on their 11/12ths-of-the-Year-End List of the best 142 albums?
Does In Rainbows count for Best of 2008 lists? What about Oracular Spectacular? Can they be on Best of 2007 AND Best of 2008 lists? Who makes the rules for these year-end spectaculars? Is it the Web Sherriff?
Is making a Best-Of-2008 list in November like selling 2009 car models in the spring of ’08?
How can Paste Magazine’s top two albums – the best two records produced in the last year – not even merit mention in Blender’s top thirty-three? (Sidenote: the explanation for this is that Paste is crazy)
Is the Pitchfork 500 a NASCAR race?
All these questions have been bouncing around in my head over the past month, and I think it’s time to let them go free. After picking on The Hype Machine last week, I think it’s only right to look at another trend that fits the mold of Things (I Love) That Are Wrong With Music.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE year-end lists. Love them. In fact, I love lists in general – grocery lists, places I want to travel lists, Franz Liszt – all of them. There’s something very satisfying about looking back at what just happened and saying, “Hey! That was great!â€. But for me, Year-End Best-Of Music Lists are like those little candy corn pumpkin things. I’m addicted to them, even though something inside tells me they’re wrong.
And they are wrong. Or rather, they’re done wrong. Everyone and their mother does Year-End Music Lists wrong. Here is how, in my fantasy universe, music lists would work:




















