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A project for the new year

I’m not usually one for new year’s resolutions, but I suppose this is as close as I’ll get this year. It’s more of a long-term project and it’ll be darn impressive if I can get through it in just a year.

I have a copy of a book called 1,000 Recordings to Hear Before You Die. I acquired it through my college news paper a couple years ago when we were cleaning out the office before a renovation. It had been sent to our arts and entertainment desk, but they never touched it. 

So now I have it. And I have a job that involves quite a lot of inputting data into a computer. Lately I’ve been binging on podcasts, but sometimes things need to be changed up. 

So 2012 shall be the year where I try to work my way through as much of this book as possible. From ABBA’s Gold to ZZ Top’s Tres Hombres, and everything from every genre in between, I shall listen, and may occasionally blog about it here.

I see this as a good opportunity to expand my musical knowledge (a good exercise for someone who moonlights as an amateur music critic). Obviously I can’t afford to buy all this music, so I’ll try to use legal streaming sites like Spotify as much as I can, and beyond that I’ll punt. If I like something enough, I’ll buy it.

This may be insane. We’ll see. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an ABBA album to sit through.

This is a cranky grammar post.

This happens every year on the Interwebz and it drives me nuts.

The phrase is “happy new year.” NOT “happy new years.”

Yes, today is New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow is New Year’s Day, BUT you wish someone a “happy new year.”

Happy (grammatically correct) new year.