Feeling a little pre-millennial tension yet? We here at eP are. And just to be on the safe side we've packed some survival supplies in case the Y2K bomb does drop. Except there's only one problem. Being the music loving freaks that we are, instead of spending our hard earned scrip on proper survival supplies like food, water and high powered assault rifles, we've blown our dough on the one thing we could not bear to live without: the sweet, sweet sound of music. So as the 2000 mark draws nearer, Earpollution's finest share with you their bunker music for the new millennium. |
The Y2K bomb has dropped. It's a typical Seattle day and I have cash in my wallet to buy CDs which I have this bad habit of buying before food. So, I'm musically starved and I'm out to fill my cupboards. Since I live in West Seattle, I walk over to the Junction to Easy Street [note: support local music stores! --ed.] and start to tackle my grocery list of the fresh tunes of 1999. However, I always rely on my staples. These are my eggs, butter and bread (well just the basics):
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Jeff Ashley's "Hungry Man" Y2K Bunker Disc TV Entrée:
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Craig Young's "Just Tell Me We're 2000" musical must have's:
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Al Cordray's "Bunker Music--It's What's for Dinner:" Who needs food? In my nap sack under my "bunker bed," there will be a re-chargeable minidisc player and the following ear-chow:
Why am I already hungry? Other flavorful goodies:
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Steve Weatherholt's Music Mayhem for the Millennial Madness:
If I could I would bring box-sets like: Black Sabbath, The Ozzy Years; Joy Division, Heart and Soul; U.K. Subs, Fascist Regime; Motörhead, Ace of Spades; Devo, 3CD Box-set; Waxtrax, Metal Box; Ramones, Anthology. These would also give me stuff to read. |
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Sabrina Wade-Haines' "Break Glass in Case of Emergency" Musical Survival Kit:
I can't decide on just one more so I guess my next choice would be the other couple thousand discs I own. Or a really good Benny Hill compilation tape. |
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Mark Teppo's "The Sky is Falling" Bunker Discs:
And then I went for the recent Bill Chill compilation citing the reason as being the need for a good party disc for when everyone comes over to my bunker and then I thought: You know what? I am going to be selfish. This is my bunker. I'm going to bring that CD-R.
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Paul Goracke's "Powered by Macintosh" Y2K Compliant Bunker Picks:
Other albums I'd have a hard time living without: Ginger Baker, Middle Passage; Rush, 2112; Bonnie Raitt, The Bonnie Raitt Collection; Sadhappy, Live: Before We Were Dead; Arrogant Worms, Live Bait; Stevie Ray Vaughan, In Step and Texas Flood; Jethro Tull, Thick as a Brick; Pink Floyd, Meddle; Paul Simon, Negotiations and Love Songs, 1971-1986; Boiled in Lead, Orb; Queensryche, Operation: Mindcrime; El Vez, Graciasland; Therapy?, Troublegum. |
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Cecil Beatty-Yasutake's "Don't Believe the Hype" Bunker Discs Shopping List: Ah, the annual exercise in futility. Another top ten list, only this time with a Y2K spin. Yeah, so shit happens, Y2K hits and I'm stuck in a bunker with nothing but a CD player and some discs. Initially I thought about cheating on this assignment by taking advantage of modern technology such as the CD burner. This would allow me to create compilation CDs for all my favorite genres: Rap, R&B, Jazz and '80s using a wider selection of artists. As you can imagine, the decision-making process would be a lot easier if I had 150 choices (10 CDs, 15 tracks each) as opposed to just 10. But hey, I'm okay with controversy so I'll play along. Besides, this list merely represents my opinion today. Ask me again tomorrow--who knows what makes the list. But first a few words to those left behind this time around. KRS-One, Rakim, and LL Cool J: forgive me, please, for near-rap music blasphemy, but greatness is forever and your words and music will live on within me without a tangible reminder. To the '80s, an influential time in my music life: what can I say except, sorry. To Janet "Ms. Jackson If You're Nasty" and her brother Michael: I leave all my worn out dance shoes to you. To D'Angelo: consider your absence from the list payback for the numerous delays on your sophmore project Voodoo. Finally, to everyone not mentioned but in my present-day collection: relax you have my money, what more do you want? The order in which my choices are listed means nothing (they are equally important to me):
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