Well, 2013, you may have recently left us, but you still have so many musical regrets to answer for. Let's start with the freshest wounds first.
I regret a rough night of karaoke at Bush Garden on November 1, where I was not emotionally prepared to sing the Rock 'n' Roll Animal version of "Sweet Jane" five days after Lou Reed's death. (But to the waitress who hugged me afterward, thank you.)
I regret changing my Amazon account's mailing address to a random street in England in order to download Morrissey's Autobiography to my Kindle before its American release. I still love Moz, and his book was totally bonkers (in a good way), but I wouldn't mind if amazon.co.uk stopped sending me increasingly stern e-mails demanding further proof of my English residency. (Jeff Bezos, if you're reading this, do think you can help me out? The Kindle was a graduation present, and I'd like to use it again one day!)
I regret eating at a Subway in the month of September and finally hearing "Blurred Lines" all the way through. I had high hopes for avoiding that song forever.