Another day, another list, another memory

Interviewer: "Which album would you want with you if you were stuck on a desert island?"
Jade Puget: "I'd build a lifeboat out of sand."
Davey Havok: "Wait... what?"

Today my boss asked me what my desert island albums are. It's an extremely valid question-- I gave him a quick top 5, but the more I thought about what my mental state would probably be if stuck on a desert island, the more unsure I became about my answer. So I decided the point of the question is to see which albums I could listen to over and over and not which albums I would want with me in times of great mental distress and potential scorching sunburns.
So here's the answer. Again, this isn't an all-time list. But if I was dropped onto an island in the Pacific Ocean tomorrow, all alone, this is what I would want to have with me.

1. Sing The Sorrow-- AFI. It's a classic, what can I say?
2. A Beautiful Lie-- 30 Seconds To Mars. How long have I owned this album now and still find myself listening to it at least once a week??
3. Light Grenades-- Incubus. Catchy hooks like "Anna Molly" (say it out loud, you'll get it eventually) plus emotional ballads like "Earth To Bella" combine to make an astoundingly good 5th album, definitely their overall best.
4. Truth, Soul, Rock and Roll-- The Elms. They've been my favorite band for... well, as long as I've HAD a favorite band, and this album from 2003 takes the cake as their best.
5. Between The Dim And The Dark-- Jump Little Children. Mellow but exotic... it reminds me of the taste of cigars and cherry coke, and there's not a song on it that fails.

Honorable Mentions:
Whiskeytown-- Pneumonia.
The Weepies-- Say I Am You.
The Sounds-- Living In America.
Pete Yorn-- MusicForTheMorningAfter.
Far Too Jones-- Shame and Her Sister.

In other news, I spend approximately 40 hours a week emailing and calling random people all over the US. Given that the reason I call them is always music-related, I feel like it is only a matter of time until I contact someone I actually know. Yesterday I dialed (for work!) a 606 area code and had to fight the urge to tell the person I used to live where they do. But what this means is that I called someone who is probably IN the county I worked in last summer (composed of 799 other people) because they listen to one of our top-selling bands... and I didn't even tell them I'm a pretend Kentucky-girl at heart.

Last year fourth of July was so ridiculous...

I miss Kentucky, and I miss my family;
Oh, the sweetest winds they blow across the South.
~Tadpole.