1991
Wow, talking dog, it’s bombs over Baghdad.
That’s right, my gherkins, We’re being entertained with the
greatest fireworks show since the Bicentennial. And everybody is showing their
patriotism by drinking beer while watching the Super Bowl. Whitney Houston
sings the National Anthem and doesn’t say, “Crack is Whack,” once. And we get
to watch X-rays of a hospital being bombed. And the world is again safe from
communism because Kuwait is liberated and can oppress its own people again.
Would you believe there is other news this year? Well, there
is. Well, President George keeps an eye on ‘Saddamn’ as he calls him, watch
your language, Georgie. President George wants to put his own black man on the
Supreme Court but the Democrats don’t like him so this Anita Hill claims he
sexually harassed her. The Republicans save the day though by non-sexually
harassing her. And to think Arlen Specter switched parties when the Republicans
didn’t want him anymore.
Some guy named Boris is running Russia these days while
Mikhail Gorbachev interviews himself to announce the USSR has broken up. I hope
he’s successful with his solo career. I think he’s recording some album called
Ram. David Duke runs for Senator but even the Dukes of Hazzard don’t want him.
Maybe he should put a white sheet over his head. And get the new Vanilla Ice
record; he wrote it himself, unless you ask David Bowie and Freddie Mercury
(rest in peace). And I’ll have some fava beans with some chianti; did I do
that? And Pee Wee Herman gets caught playing with… sorry; that was too easy.
Well, I have to go. Hey, look, some nice policemen are
talking to some black guy. They’re knocking him down. Now, their beating the
bejesus out of him- all for our entertainment, I’m sure. Actually, this is
pretty upsetting; I want to go back, talking dog!
Well, anyway, here is my faves for 1991.
Event of the year:
Kurt Cobain says he’s more popular than John Lennon
Fad: Armchair patriotism
Babe of the Year:
Hannibal Lecter
Scandal of the Year:
Pee Wee Herman plays with his (stop, Gertie!)
Movie or TV show to
barf to: ABC’s TGIF lineup
What we could have
done without: The LAPD apparently
Pet of the year:
Urkel
Other Tidbits: Smartbombs proven to be not so smart, Bush
calls off the dogs, says Saddam is a nice guy, Boris Yeltsin scores with the
Monster Mash, Paul McCartney announces he’s leaving the USSR, Winnie Mandela
wins Wimbledon, Milosevic wins the Nobel Peace Prize, Mike Tyson charged with
biting Desiree Washington’s ears, Lech Walesa elected Prince of Wales, Postal
Worker goes postal, Freddie Mercury is an angel, Hannibal Lecter smells like
Teen Spirit, Suzanne Sommers spreads her thighs in an infomercial; most of us
rather she didn’t, Pat Robertson loses his religion and joins the Moonies.
This is a pretty good year for me musically. I like this
bunch a lot, so let’s see what’s under door number three…
1) Nirvana- Nevermind
2) U2- Achtung Baby
3) REM- Out of Time
4) Teenage Fanclub-
Bandwagonesque
5) De La Soul- De La Soul is Dead
6) Queen- Innuendo
7) Dogbowl- Cyclops
Nuclear Submarine Captain
8) Richard Thompson-
Rumor and Sigh
9) Tom Petty- Into
the Great Wide Open
10) Fishbone- The
Reality of My Surroundings
11) Julian Cope-
Peggy Suicide
12) Uncle Tupelo-
Still Feel Gone
13) Massive Attack-
Blue Lines
14) Primal
Scream-Screamadelica
15) Pearl Jam- Ten
16) Crowded House-
Woodface
17) Enya- Shepherd
Moons
18) Red Hot Chili
Peppers- Blood Sugar Sex Magik
19) Soundgarden-
Badmotorfinger
20) Throwing Muses-
The Real Ramona
21) The KLF- The
White Room
22) Morrissey- Kill
Uncle
23) Beat Happening-
Dreamy
24) King Missile- The
Way To Salvation
25) Mercury Rev-
Yerself Is Steam
It’s hard to imagine anything other than Nirvana grabbing
the top spot this year. Strangely enough, the phenomenon didn’t catch on
initially. I mean Smells Like Teen Spirit got a lot of airplay on WHFS that
summer but there was no talk of a grunge revolution until sometime the
following year. In any event, this is a ten star album.
U2 gets the silver in what proves to be their last truly
great album. You won’t see the likes of U2 ever again (except for next year but
not in my top twenty-five or HMs ). REM takes the third spot but a good
argument could have been made for Teenage Fanclub or De La Soul, who complete
my top five. Freddie Mercury, by way of Queen, makes his swan song at number
six, while my surprise, Thompson, Petty, and Fishbone, yeah all of them, are
gems to listen to. Actually, 91 is a great year as I really enjoyed more great
albums from Julian Cope, Uncle Tupelo, Massive Attack, Primal Scream (trip hop
is becoming a major player in England), RHCP, Throwing Muses, and King Missile,
who are weird as Hell, but damn they’re good.
Biggest Surprise-
Dogbowl- Cyclops Nuclear Submarine Captain
Actually, there are a few surprises on my list this year
including De La Soul Is Dead, Richard Thompson’s Rumor and Sigh, and Julian
Cope’s Peggy Suicide. I chose this one though because these guys are pretty
obscure comparatively. I knew I liked the title track but the whole album is
wonderfully quirky. I discovered later that the founder, Steven Tunney, is a
founding member of King Missile so it all makes sense- I guess. Love the album.
Biggest Disappointment-
The Pixies- Trompe Le Monde.
Some bands, when they know they’re breaking up, strive to do
something like Abbey Road. Obviously, Frank Black, Kim Deal, and company missed
the memo. This album sounds like the biggest mess since Metal Machine Music and
it isn’t even intentional. Okay, so it’s not that bad, but after classics like
Doolittle and Bossanova, this is a real letdown.
Honorable Mention- Slint-Spiderland. Elvis Costello- Mighty Like
a Rose, Public Enemy- Apocalypse 91- The Empire Strikes Black, Sam Phillips-
Cruel Inventions, Temple of the Dog- Temple of the Dog
Stinker of the Year- Spin Doctors- Pocket Full of Kryptonite.
Ah, yes, these Steve Miller Band wannabes or whoever they
were trying to sound like. Between them and 4 Non Blondes (none of them were
redheads either), they made you want to do your best imitation of Elvis and
shoot the TV. Yes, we swooned to that guy with the scraggly beard as he crooned Two Princes. Too bad he looked like a frog.
So down goes another year. We’ll continue our memory lane
into 1992 next time. See you then.