Favorite Year

Revolver, Pet Sounds, Blonde on Blonde, Star Trek, Garage Rock... (I'm sure I can come up with more.)

I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN
COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE
AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL

DANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977

IN 1977
KNIVES IN WEST 11
LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH
STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE

DANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977

IN 1977
YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER
YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER
BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER
I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES

IN 1977
SOD THE JUBILEE
IN 1978
IN 1979
STAYED IN BED
IN 1980
IN 1981
THE TOILET DON'T WORK
IN 1982
IN 1983
HERE COME THE POLICE
IN 1984

It's always been the pivotal year in my life.

It was also the year that "Nevermind the Bollocks" was released.

Sometimes I dream I'm back there . . . it was a unique world. Not so much a time as a place out of time.

But you had to have been there to understand.

Not from drugs; I was only nine years old at the time.

I remember real hippies, college students, mini-skirts, and the music.

I often wish I could go back there as an adult with all of my post-1967 memories intact just to see what things looked and felt like.

I was 14 and my hero was fulfilling his destiny:

Nirvana at #1, kicking the King of Pop off the chart.
Clinton wins, kicking Poppy the King off the throne.

Plus, I fell in love for the first time that year, It was a beautiful spring, and I did acid a bunch of times that spring and summer and never had a bad trip. A magical year for me (for personal reasons I couldn't possibly convey in mere words) and, I'm sure, many others.

The year I was twelve. About 90% of the most memorable moments in my life (good & bad) seem to occur in the time span.

Jay

on Oct. 4..... geez, where did the time go?

A good year for me.

1992 was pretty good too.

--Peter

very good year for me. new job, woman, lived in a cool place, good times.

I had just moved to San Francisco, my brother was still alive and healthy and we were having a blast in the city.

Least favorite of those listed was 1997. I went through a horrible break up and ended up living with a friend who was the roomate from hell. Needless to say I'm on better terms with my ex than my former roomate.