Turn, turn, turn, spin, spin, spin.
Certain music comes to mind at certain times of year, which is no surprise for a merry-go-round mind like mine. I am glad it is in tune with the seasons and not just completely random. Several years ago I noticed similar inclinations for the types of books I want to read at certain times of year, so I made a “book type of the month” that has gone well since then. Maybe I’ll make another post sharing that sometime.
This will be updated from time to time.
Spring
Shelleyan Orphan, We Have Everything We Need, spring awakens this their last album continues to grow on me.
March
Split Enz, the romance begins afresh
April
The Church, Uninvited, Like The Clouds, loud spring torrents and freshets
The Jesus & Mary Chain, Darklands, april skies, yes i’m happy when it rains
May
Summer
Shelleyan Orphan, Century Flower, a contender for first album I associate with a season, summer flies buzzin’ bees, heavenly.
The Trash Can Sinatras
Split Enz, Bic Runga, The Go-Betweens, the romance continued so long ago now…
Sly & The Family Stone, there’s a riot goin’ on! Never more true.
June
The Smiths
Morrissey, Viva Hate
The Church, priest=aura
July
August
The Zombies, Odessey & Oracle, see my previous post for the history of this.
Fall
Shelleyan Orphan, Humroot, quiet, close autumnal beauty
September
The Church, Seance, the Beardsley-esque cover image, it must be autumn soon
October
The Church, Untitled #23, as we near the end
R.E.M.’s Murmur took hold this year, as it often does in hazy, witching days in fall or late summer.
Herman’s Hermits Blaze, too, hit the spot with its rich music and blots of yellow gold and raw gray-green turf on its cover.
Sixpence None The Richer, Sixpence None The Richer, like clockwork every most beautiful month of the year
November
Echo & The Bunnymen, cool, slicing apocalypse
The Sundays, Reading, Writing and Arithmetic, gray on grey on grey on gray
Winter
The Ocean Blue, The Ocean Blue, this may be the first album that always kept popping up at this time of year. When streets are ice crystalled after fallen snow, that is the time I think of this. Really frigid winter days.
Babacar, Babacar, a little slip of this Caroline Crawley free-form before we slip into…
Shelleyan Orphan, Helleborine, a summer holler in winter, ending in crystal Shelley
December
The Cure, I have vague memories that I listened to The Cure in winter first, on those cold cold days just before Christmas on tapes given to me by my sister and her friend, also informed by another friend for whom The Cure was her fave. All cozy and cats and poetry and cold and blankets.
Ian McCulloch, CandlelandDer Bingle
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