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My Favorite Album from Every Year I’ve Been Alive (Part Five: 2010–2022)
The final installment of what’s been a wild ride
It’s been a long and winding road, but we’ve reached the final installment of the series on my favorite albums from each year I’ve been alive (and I’m sure some of you are saying “thank God!”). In Part Four, I said that the period from 2010–2022 would show my kids’ influence on my musical taste and be a decade not dominated by one Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen. I was right about the first part at least.
As my oldest daughter reached her teens, I experienced what every parent since the 1950s has at some point: music I hated that was played much too loud. I expected that; what I did not expect was how much of it I would actually like. This was solidified the first time I attended Warped Tour with her in 2014. I mentioned some big life lessons of a non-musical nature I learned from that day-long festival in an earlier article, but two bear repeating here:
- When you’re the only non-pierced, only non-tatted, person in a sea of thousands, you’re the freak.
- Despite point #1, those kids were more polite, more welcoming, more kind than 90% of the people I’ve gone to church with.
