I found this in a box I was unpacking after moving into my girlfriend’s place: when I was a teenager, I used to carry around these lists written on 3x5-inch note cards in my wallet. The girl I dated in high school would get annoyed at how long I would spend at Reckless Records trying to remember what I was looking for, and this was my solution (I suspect that this would take the fun out of it for crate-digging enthusiasts, though I’ve always been a creature of order.)
I made several of these over the course of five or so years between 1998 and 2003; this one must have been from college, maybe 1999, which I only know because I hadn’t discovered Poster Children until my freshman year. Surprisingly, I don’t think there’s anything on this list that I wouldn’t still listen to today—even 12-Bar Blues, which is an excellent record, despite the fact that Weiland is such an easy target.
It also makes me a bit wistful over this particular period in my life, where the discovery of new music was moving at a feverish pace for me. Or, to put it another way, it’s strange to think of the time when I was searching for, but had not yet heard, albums like The Fawn or Songs For A Blue Guitar, knowing in hindsight how important that they would be for me.