For The Record- 10. February. 2024

Are you out there, do you hear me?

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Welcome to another edition of For The Record, a good old-fashioned link drop and benefit for paid supporters of On Repeat.

As a reminder, On Repeat is 100% reader-funded. And as always, there are 7-day trials for anyone looking to test the waters.

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This week, we’ve got news on Taylor Swift (because, of course, we do), Warner Music Group, and a 600+ year-long song.

All that and a LOT more, including Kylie Minogue, Maggie Rogers, Mojo Nixon, and Kacey Musgrave

Let’s get to it!

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An account on Twitter called Year Progress measures the march of time counting up from zero as the year progresses. As of a few days ago, we're already 10% of the way through 2024. When you read this, we'll be a few more percentage points further along.

Time marches on, indeed.

This bar goes from 0-100, but most of us usually count backward, most often watching your phone battery go from 100-0. Or if you're like me, you're reminded of this frequently-- either with a tweet or post that a record you love has hit a huge milestone or a coworker who never misses a chance to mention that a record you love is one of their parents played while they were growing up.

Oof.

The march of time means an accumulation of memories along with the realization that large blocks of time are lost somewhere in the hourglass. It's probably for the best that the blur of regular workdays, errands, and the quotidian aren't jamming up our mental hard drives, but what about entire years? I can recall very few things from '05-08. Most of that is due to being in the baby cave¹.

For many, the pandemic is a blur. I wish I could join them, but I spent a good chunk of it rehabbing a knee and exploring the brave new world of telehealth.

Go back further, and the memories dwindle to a highlight reel—a snapshot here, a clip there. Like many of you, that highlight reel has clips of shows and records bought that became favorites. One of mine is Jawbreaker's 24-Hour Revenge Therapy, which turned 30 this past Wednesday.

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My friend Matt and I drove to Olympia to see the band—an event that will also turn 30 soon enough. At this point in our lives (progress bar at 20% ish), we habitually made these runs up & down I-5. We did it enough that we knew where the speed traps were. How far we had left by mile markers. Which rest area had the best coffee and friendliest volunteers (is that even still a thing?).