The 18th anniversary of a punk rocker’s tragic death causes us to wax philosophical on the very first single of his that I owned, as well as a recollection on how he helped to launch my online writing career.
Our examination of our editor’s most meaningful and important 45 singles in his 45 years picks up with a gorgeous alternative song from 1989 that triggers special memories of a brief but important and meaningful pen-pal exchange with a distant cousin.
A silly, absurdist little ditty found on an import seven inch single in 1987 would become an ally and a friend to a hormone–driven hard up teenage autistic redneck from Texas.
In our continuing series examining classic 45 singles, we step back to 1994 an anthem for low self-esteem.
Over the next year, we will be highlighting 45 meaningful 45 singles, in tribute to our editor’s 45th year on the planet. This week’s entry is a classic late career hit for legendary singer Conway Twitty, coupled with a classic duet with his daughter.
This week, we introduce a reoccurring feature wherein we highlight meaningful 45 singles in tribute to our editor’s 45th year on the planet. Our first selection is a noisy but delectable slice of unique sludge-rock straight out of 1993, one that is fitting to this time of year.