My third favorite album of 1992 is The Nylon Curtain, Billy Joel’s eighth studio album and the one he has called his personal favorite.
I’d likely give that title to The Stranger or 52nd Street, but this one would round out the top three.
The album, running just nine songs long, featured Joel’s most ambitious studio work. It’s his Beatles album.
My fourth favorite album of 1982 is Bruce Springsteen’s spare, unflinching acoustic record, Nebraska.
Springsteen originally recorded this batch of songs as demos on a 4-track recorder as a template for later E Street Band renditions. But Springsteen and his producers ultimately decided that the demo recordings captured the spirit of the record better and released them as the official album.
A couple of months back I took a look at my birth year, 1972, counting down my favorite album releases and then featuring songs from acclaimed ’72 albums I haven’t heard.
I liked the yearly snapshot thing enough to make it a regular feature on the blog. But rather than move on to 1973, I’m going to jump around the decades a bit. For the next few weeks I’ll focus on 1982.
January of 1972 saw the release of Jackson Browne’s self-titled debut album.
The album’s cover depicts a canvas water bag decorated with Browne’s face and the words “saturate before using” across the top. Many fans, as well as DJs and the record label itself, mistakenly referred to ‘Saturate Before Using’ as the album’s title.
Browne had kicked around for 6 years as a songwriter and band member for others so he was pretty seasoned by the time he cut this debut, and critics praised its confidence and polish.
Eat a Peach, released in February of 1972, was the third album by The Allman Brothers Band and the last one to feature guitarist Duane Allman, who died in a motorcycle accident in October of ’71 at the age of 24.
Much of the album was written following Duane’s death as a tribute to him, but the double album also included tracks recorded before his death both live and in the studio. Two full sides of Eat a Peach contained a 34-minute jam (titled ‘Mountain Jam’) that would presumably try even a true fan’s patience.
Meet Me In Montauk 