It's been another year of this. Are you tired yet?! (C'mon, don't really answer that. I love this job. Just pretend you're all fine.) If you had told me two years ago, "Hey, Anna, you're gonna write a regular music column in The Stranger soon!" I wouldn't even have laughed, I just would've been confused. How? About what, exactly? How often I get that song "Graduation (Friends Forever)" by Vitamin C stuck in my head?
But here I am, still, and now I can use words like "synths" on purpose and be 80 percent sure what I'm talking about are actual synths. Like I said last year, nothing about this column is truly regrettable, because it's SO MUCH FUN and it makes my life measurably better, all the time.
That said, I'm only human, and I can manufacture regret on command just like everyone else.
Most importantly, I regret that I can't always write the columns that friends and strangers suggest. For example, I still haven't written about Annie Lennox's Diva, even though my wonderful friend Michael has asked about it three times. Sorry, dude. It's on the long list!