One editor suggested, “Let’s just figure out which albums from 2019, if any, should be considered, and throw them into the mix it’s not like we have to do our whole annual Top 10 list before we can say which ones would make the decadal grade.” We all got together and, like, talked it out. The mid-afternoon guzzling momentarily fell silent. Pool cues, far from being raised in anger, were gently rested on felt.

Which prompted a remarkably coherent and efficient response from the Tulip Frenzy editors.

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Choosing from a ten-year span when we haven’t fully considered the options from the present one seemed, if not quite ass backwards, then at least as unaligned with Cause and Effect as Slothrop’s map of conquests was with the Poisson distribution of fallen V2 rockets.īut then along came Friend of the Site Allen Goldberg who taunted us, in like late October, with Paste or someone’s list of the decade’s finest. We need a deadline, the looming end o’ year - not to mention all the other glam sites we compete with putting out their lists - to force a determination of which record ranks supreme. Much of the unwillingness to dig in, though, was due to the team’s needing Thanksgiving to get a quorum, set time for debate and invoke cloture. Moreover, with the hindsight of 40 years, can you really pick the ’70’s best album? Some of us are still squabbling over whether OK Computer or Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space were the best albums of the ’90s. Some of the gang’s resistance stems from their admittedly deep knowledge of rock’n’roll history, wherein choosing the best record from the decade not even past calls up Chou En Lai’s response to Henry Kissinger, who asked Chou’s opinion of the French Revolution: “Too early to say.” It was 1972. Things can go terribly wrong when you start such discussions. That lowly scrum of slackers who moon about Tulip Frenzy’s Global HQ like the gangsters of the Bergin Hunt and Fish Club were hoping to avoid the debate over the decade’s best album. White Fence For The Recently Found Innocent

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