Auld Acquaintance Thought Upon… Regulators! Mount Up!


So, as the year ends, I have decided to write about twenty years ago…


This was a pivotal year in music for folks my age.  “Alternative” music had peaked, and not only that, but it was sharing equal time on MTV with hip-hop stars like Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, 2-Pac, and Biggie.  All the while, the Beastie Boys straddled both genres with yet another masterpiece of their own.  “Grunge” was officially dead.  Eddie Vedder, Kurt Cobain and Chris Cornell were declaring the death of a genre they never liked being categorized under, and bands like Pavement and Weezer were calling for you to “cut your hair” and wear glasses “like Buddy Holly.”  Rock and roll hasn’t been the same since.  I argue that 1994 was it’s last banner year.  Where in 1991, bands like Pearl Jam and Nirvana broke through to the mainstream, “jam bands” like Dave Matthews Band and R.E.M.-influenced Hootie and Blowfish created a world where frat-boys all across America could get in touch with their sensitive side.  Twenty years into his career, one of rock and roll’s greats released his second solo album, and The Man in Black found a new creative spark.  Finally, 1994 was a year of second comings.  A second British Invasion, a second Woodstock, and for the second time, punk became a “new” religion to America’s youth.

Just look at some of the albums that were released in 1994…

1994 albums covers

When I think back on the music of 1994, I think about my younger brother.  That year, we actually had really similar taste in music.  The main reason being that in 1994, they actually played the music that I liked on the radio.  You see, there was an actual “alternative music” radio station then.  Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Oasis, Soundgarden, etc. – all played in regular rotation on a radio station in Greenville, South Carolina.  I listened to that station, so naturally – my brother did as well.  We heard the same songs, and bought the same music at the record store.  We didn’t exactly own the copies of all the same albums.  There were bands that I bought into, and bands that he bought into.  I was mostly reacting to what I saw on 120 Minutes on MTV.  He was reacting to what he heard on the radio.  We both bought some outright shit back then.  But, when I think back on some of the albums that he selected that I didn’t?  He did a pretty damn good job for a 12-13 year-old kid.  As I graduated high school, and he ventured through it, our taste in music saw some divergence.  Our Osmond duet would say he was “a little more Goodie Mob, and I was a little more Alternative Country (whatever that is).”  Our musical paths have crossed more recently over the last 10 years.  I was thinking the other day how interesting it would be if we gathered up our 1994 CD collection together.  It would be pretty amazing.

I feel that I should mention how important soundtracks were in 1994.  They were a huge tool for the music industry and generating an audience for the film.  Soundtracks were also a source of discovering new bands.  There were some classic soundtracks in 1994.  The Crow.  Pulp Fiction.  Natural Born Killers.  Reality Bites.  Forrest Gump taught the kids about the classics.  Above the Rim brought us “Regulate.”  And, of course… Who could forget this?


Some people ask me… “Jon, how did you amass such a large music collection?”  The truth is, it has multiplied as my income has multiplied.  So, you do the math.  However, from 1992-1995… I was apart of this exclusive music club.  You might have heard of it.  Columbia House?  Yeah.  So, here’s the trick to amassing a large CD collection at a young age with no source of personal income – it’s a step-by-step process.  Cut out a Columbia House subscription card out of a magazine, or fill out a Columbia House subscription card that comes in the mail.  My parents may have called it junk mail, but I promise you, it was pure gold.  Select 12 CD’s that you want, and mail it in.  It only cost 1 penny!  (Again, this might not be how my parents recall it.)  Anyway, sign up two, maybe eight different times (under different aliases), and you are off to a wonderland of musical delight.  Just stay on top of those monthly selections, folks!  Nobody wants to get stuck with a copy of Bigger, Better, Faster, More! that they didn’t ask for.

Today we live in an age of immediate access to just about any source of media you could want.  If you’re a music geek like myself, it’s very easy to just get stuck in the now.  “It’s 2014, I don’t have time to listen to anything from 2013.  No, I’ve moved on.”  Luckily, I’m not like that, but I see that in a lot of today’s youth.  In 1994, we still had songs from 1991 or 1992 in heavy rotation.  It existed that way on MTV, as well as on the radio.  Even though Siamese Dream came out in 1993, that didn’t mean I wasn’t listening to it all the time in 1995.  It was because of the limited access that we had as consumers.  This was pre-Napster – pre-BitTorrent.  You got the most out of the CDs that you owned.  I’d be lying if I didn’t say that sometimes I find it hard to keep up with my own listening habits in today’s music-consuming culture.  The early-90s had many of their own classics, but, the albums that were released in 1994 had greater staying-power.  Hell, I remember introducing folks in college or even after college that to Jeff Buckley for the first time – as much as 10 years after Grace had been released.  They didn’t even remember “Last Goodbye” being a Buzz Clip on MTV.  There are so many memories that I have attached to these albums.  I remember friends and I gathering together in a circle to listen to our friend Emily sing “Dreaming My Dreams” long after that album had been released.  I remember late-night drunken sing-alongs to Weezer’s “Blue Album” on my friend Jon’s porch.  I was at least a freshman in college then.  Sure.  I got rid of my copy of The Offspring’s Smash long ago, but Ill Communication?  No.  A constant fixture in the background of house parties all through college.  I talked earlier about my younger brother… He might not even realize it, but his first dance at his wedding was to a song from 1994.

I’m including a 1994 mix with this post.  It’s 3 discs worth.  You can download here.  I’ll have a streaming version available later.  The following albums and songs will not be featured, but at some point in 1994 played a prominent role in my life.

Under the Table and Dreaming – Dave Matthews Band

Hitchhike to Rome – Old 97’s

Sixteen Stone – Bush

Throwing Copper – Live

Pisces Iscariot – Smashing Pumpkins

Welcome to the Cruel World – Ben Harper

Smash – The Offspring

Purple – Stone Temple Pilots

Under the Pink – Tori Amos

Jar of Flies – Alice in Chains

Live Through This – Hole

Four – Blues Traveler

Day for Night – The Tragically Hip

American Thighs – Veruca Salt

Stranger Than Fiction – Bad Religion

Betty – Helmet

“Little Bastard” by The Ass Ponys

“Strong Enough” by Sheryl Crow

“Secret” by Madonna

“Stay (I Missed You)” by Lisa Loeb and Nine Stories

“Regulate” by Warren G feat. Nate Dogg

The early 1990s was a time for serious people.  The excess of the 1980s had turned into a long apathetic hangover.  “What now?” so many asked.  It was an even more interesting time be a teenager.  The music of 1994 was a soundtrack to all those mixed-emotions.  The longing.  A longing to belong.  A longing to be a part of something more.  A longing to be loved.  There was a lot of longing back then.  I don’t long for much of anything anymore, except maybe a nap.  So, here I sit.  New Year’s Eve 2014.  Yet, I’m writing about twenty years ago.  It’s not that I’m avoiding 2014.  It was a great year.  A great year in music.  There were a couple of classics released this year that I will probably share with my grandchildren.  I’m not avoiding 2014 for personal reasons, either.  This year has been one of my favorites, personally.  My first wedding anniversary.  My first home (mortgage).  It’s been a busy year with some great surprises.  Maybe that’s why I am so inspired by this eve by my past.  Maybe because I can’t believe where I find myself now.  Maybe it’s because at 36 years-old I’m actually happier now than I ever could have been at 16.  That’s probably why the music sounds even better now.


‘Tis the Season


Annually, I make a mix of songs from my favorite albums released that year.  I usually make it for just a few friends who really like them.  I used to make full-fledged CD’s with actual packaged artwork.  The last couple of years, I’ve scaled back to digital releases only.  This year, I’m only posting via Spotify.  I will, however, make it available for download via special request only.

I purchased either digital or physical copies of about 50 albums this year.  Below are cuts from my favorite ten albums of the year.  Following that you’ll find my Best of 2014 Spotify playlist.

Lydia Loveless – Somewhere Else

Spoon – They Want My Soul

Angel Olsen – Burn Your Fire for No Witness

Flying Lotus – You’re Dead!

tUnE-yArDs – Nikki Nack

Real Estate – Atlas

Cloud Nothings – Here and Nowhere Else

The War on Drugs – Lost In the Dream

Run the Jewels – Run the Jewels 2

Sturgill Simpson – Metamodern Sounds in Country Music

The Best of 2014

33 Vol. 4

It’s like that time that Merle Haggard started a band with Stiff Little Fingers.  What a supergroup.  They topped the charts with Beach Boys covers and sold out the Grand Ole Opry with odes to traditional Appalachian music.  It’s no wonder that Fiddlin’ Pete Williams’ great granddaughter is a Jawbreaker fan.  Now that one is a true story.  What made Jay, Jeff and Mike so special was not they covered the Carter Family, but that they probably put them on the same mixtape as The Minutemen.  Attitude.  Grit.  Style.  Hell, even how they embraced fashion.  They have a lot in common, Punk and Country.  Grandma Blues was always in the know on their doin’s and such, though.  It always made for a fun family get-together over the holidays.  Then that idiot nephew, Punkabilly, busted in the damn doors.  Tattoos and jet black hair – red roses on the suit lapels.  Who knows what his deal was?  Hell, he didn’t even know who he was.  Just another damn identity crisis trying to process his parents’ hand-me-down issues.  All I did was ask, “Would you mind passing me the mashed potatoes?”  He blankly stared at me, and mumbled, “I had a killer job in a backup band playin’ guitar in Branson.  Two shows a night brought the money to chase down sin.  Now it’s another weekend and I’m lonely at home – late night TV evangelist drone.  I’m healthy now but I really don’t know if I’ll ever be free.”

That’s when Grandpa Sahm stood up at the table and screamed, “Hell boy!  They call me King Turd up here on Shit Mountain, but if you want it, you can have the crown!”

The whole room erupted in laughter.  Cousin Strummer almost choked on his turkey leg.

I hear Punkabilly is dating Taylor Swift now.

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Or stream 33 Vol. 4 in its entirety below (some songs aren’t exactly the same based on availability on Spotify).