My CD Collection

Bryan Adams: Live! Live! Live! B52s: Cosmic Thing.
Beatles: Help! Rubber Soul. Yellow Submarine. Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Blondie: The Best of Blondie. No Exit. Boomtown Rats: Loudmouth.
David Bowie: Diamond Dogs. Heroes. Kate Bush: The Kick Inside.
Tracy Chapman: Tracy Chapman. Cat Stevens: Teaser & The Firecat.
Johnny Clegg & Savuka: It's A Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World. Communards: Communards.
The Doors: The Best of The Doors. Enya: Enya. Watermark. Eurythmics Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This.
Frankie Goes To Hollywood: Welcome To The Pleasuredome. Peter Gabriel: Passion.
Bruce Hornsby and The Range: The Way It Is. Scenes From The Southside. Iggy Pop: Lust for Life.
Joe Jackson: Night & Day. Jean Michel Jarre: Equinoxe. Grace Jones: Island Life. Journey: Greatest Hits.
Johnny Lee Hooker: The Healer. Lightning Hopkins: Blues Train. Lone Justice: Shelter.
London Philharmonic: Star Wars. Madonna: Ray of Light. Meatloaf: Bat Out Of Hell.
John Cougar Mellencamp: American Fool. Midnight Oil: Diesel & Dust.
Thelonious Monk: Classic Recordings. New American Orchestra: Blade Runner.
Richard O'Brien: Rocky Horror Picture Show. Tom Petty: Full Moon Fever.
Pink Floyd: The Wall. The Dark Side of The Moon Pretenders: The Singles.
Queen: Greatest Hits. Live Magic. The Miracle. Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street. City to City. Rolling Stones:
Carly Simon: Coming Round Again. Paul Simon: Graceland Simple Minds: Once Upon A Time.
Bruce Springsteen: Born In The USA. Sting: Nothing Like The Sun.
The Stranglers: Greatest Hits 1977-1990. Talking Heads: Stop Making Sense.
George Thorogood: The George Thorogood Collection. UB40: The Best of UB40.
Suzanne Vega: Suzanne Vega. Solitude Standing. Little Walter: Boss Blues Harmonica.
The Who
: The Singles. Sonny Boy Williamson: Nine Below Zero.
Bruce Willis: The Return Of Bruno. Moonlighting. If It don't Kill You... Howlin' Wolf Smokestack Lightnin' Yazoo: Upstairs at Eric's. ZZ Top: Eliminator. Recycler.

Otis Lee Crenshaw and The Gadflys: Live from the Hi-Fi Ballroom, Melbourne.

There's something rather personal about rummaging through someone's music collection. Not quite as personal as an underwear drawer, but almost as revealing. Well, you can see my musical tastes have fossilised somewhere in the 80's. The sixties were great, the seventies heralded droughts of talent and plagues of disco and punk, in biblical proportions. As the millenium approaches the current plagues are naff boy/girl bands aimed at the pubescent, and bands whose lyrics should be used as concrete evidence of drug abuse.