I get tense around the end of a year. I know the time is coming...the time for bloggers and website-havers to compile best-of lists from the year that just crapped in front of them. I'm terrible at this! I hate ranking shit! I know I don't have to rank them per se, but I do enjoy separating the baubles from the husks. That's not a real saying, so please don't use it in public. I'm embarrassed. Great, now I'm crying. GREAT, now I'm shitting!
Another quandary is the field of candidates. For example, I didn't listen to every rock/metal album of 2015. And there was a jumble-crag of quality releases, a veritable mesa of mondo music. How do I narrow it down, gang? Fucklebean! That's not a real expression, so again, please don't use it. Oh, God. Here come the tears followed by the bowel munitions!
Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to post two lists before the eve of the new year: A top five (I can't handle ten) for music and a top five for horror films. I'll probably hit music first to give myself time to watch more of 2015's genre fare. Could someone hold my hand?
Posted by Dom Coccaro at 8:16 PM