In my newspaper and zine days, I would dutifully compile a list of what I claimed to be the 20 best albums of the year. It was clear this was the opinion of one thirtysomething white guy because my photo usually ran with the piece… and because the list was overwhelmingly populated by the work of twenty-to-sixtysomething white guys. My tastes have evolve…
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