When Aimee Mann released Whatever I bought it on the strength of the review in Q magazine and loved it, played it loads. Yet I never got around to listening to any of her other albums. This is strange behaviour from me, because whenever I have an album I like my usual reaction would be to buy every album that artist has done. This has led me to discovering some great albums, but it has also seen me buy a right load of old rubbish out of loyalty to a band whose debut album I liked. I’d listen to the album, decide it’s rubbish, put it on the shelf, from which it will never be plucked again, and then wish that said band would just quit, like wot REM did.
It’s only in the past couple of years that I have been able to stop this stupid habit of mine. Ironically, after years of buying increasingly disappointing Morrissey albums I stopped just before he released a couple of crackers, but there you go.
Back to Aimee Mann, I always intended to buy her follow up album, I’m With Stupid, I just never got round to it. I’d just moved to London in 95 and there were so many other things competing for my disposable cash. But a couple of days ago I thought I’d download it and give it a listen to see if it’s worth buying. It is!
It’s not the only album I’ve done this to. Back in the 80s there were a few albums I wanted but never bought, finally getting round to listening to them a couple of years ago. I played Gary Moore’s Out in the Fields and Empty Rooms singles to death, along with Out of My System, which was on the B-Side of one of them. So Run For Cover went straight on to my wants list. I finally heard it a couple of years ago and loved it and had bought the CD before the album was halfway through. I really wish I’d got round to it at the time, but I was 16 and only had a modest amount of pocket money to spend. I worked 5 or 6 hours per week, around my school work, but it was voluntary, so didn’t top my pocket money up. And at 16 in 1985 there were around 30 years’ worth of great albums to catch up on. Run For Cover would have been great, but not as great as Trans-Europe Express, or Moondance, or Transformer, or dozens of other albums that were yet to enter my life and were on my hitlist, so it had to wait.
Not every delayed listen had me heading to eBay or Amazon though. Billy Joel’s An Innocent Man, that I so wanted at the time is a good album, but I would have enjoyed it much more had I listened to it back then. In fact, I’d have loved it as a 13 or 14 year old. Chicago’s 17, however, apart from the single that I really liked (which sounds really dated now), is a bit shite, so I’m glad I never bought that one.
Anybody else take 20-30 years to get round to listening to an album you really wanted at the time? And did it live up to expectations?