The chronicle of one man's increasingly frustrated attempt to listen to every one of Rolling Stone Magazine's Top 500 Albums.
"An excellent read. I feel the author took a bullet for everyone, so we don't have to be tempted to do such an act of self harm." - Reader Review
This comic and acerbic book looks at why we feel the need to quantify and rank our art, revels in the complex musical world we live in, and wonders why anyone would voluntarily listen to Bono.
"Here’s a lesson for all aspiring singers. Bono can hit lots of those ‘notes’ that you hear about. Tom Waits, by contrast, can’t hit any of them; nor can he sound like anything other than a drunken vacuum cleaner. But I would rather listen to Tom than Bono from now until the end of time."
"Disco sucks. It’s a vile and wretched pox on the landscape of musical history, a music designed to be stripped of all merit save for its ability to make people shuffle around in darkened rooms, trying desperately to blot out the tedium of their existence, literally dancing to the beat of their own repression. That’s even before you take into account the squeaky voices."