This might sound cliche, and you’ve probably heard it before, but picking your favorite album of all time is much like trying to pick your favorite child. It’s near damn impossible! Each album you call your favorite is for different reasons. Whether it’s a kickass riff, an unbelievable lyric, maybe a badass drum beat, or a stellar fucking guitar solo! And furthermore, what was your favorite album of all time in your teens, probably wouldn’t be in your twenties. And in your thirties, that favorite album in your twenties won’t be anymore. Musical tastes change with each passing year. But, once in awhile, over time, a certain album seems to hit home every single time, and whether you know it or not, THAT is your favorite album.
My musical tastes are all over the map. I’m just as comfortable listening to classical as I am listening to doom. And I won’t change the channel if some crazy jazz song comes on, or even an old ranchero. I love ambient music, soundtracks, stoner rock, sixties-seventies rock, and I even listen to old school hip hop and outlaw country. After all that, I might find something completely off the charts that punches me in the gut, and that becomes an obsession for a good while.
But after all that, I will confess that there is one album that I listen to at least 2-3 times a week. It gets played from start to finish every time. Everything about that album is simply perfect: from the bass lines, the drums, the guitar tones, the guitar solos, the vocals and lyrics, and top to bottom, the most amazing album I’ve ever heard. That album is Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.
Anyone that has ever listened to a classic rock station at any point in their life has heard at least one song from this album. From the ching that opens “Money,” the high hat at the beginning of “On the Run,” to the clocks at the beginning of “Time,” it is an album that has stood the test of time. When the silence of “Speak to Me” starts, the heartbeat, the ching of a cash register, the “Ahhh,” the helicopter blades, and the talking, it speeds your heart up because you know you are about to get your ass handed to you. But then… Yeah… Breathe. Just as suddenly as your heart raced, it gets lulled back to a sense of calm and beauty.
“On the Run” brings back that sense of urgency, and then slams you with that spaghetti-western intro to “Time”. Man, you are about to trip like you’ve never tripped before! And it contains an extremely brilliant guitar solo by one Mr. David Gilmour. He is one of my most influential guitarists of all time. I could never say enough of David’s brilliance. “The Great Gig in the Sky” starts out passive enough, but then here we go again with more intensity as Clare Torry rips her own vocal chords out and lays them down in such a way that it cuts deep into your soul. FUCKING… AMAZING!
And then one of the greatest guitar riffs of all time starts. “Money”. You’d have to be living under a rock for pretty much your entire life if you’ve missed this song, ever… at all… like… You just know it. Perfectly arranged, perfectly executed, and yep, right after that saxophone solo, Gilmour sets up and knocks your ass out with one the greatest, most brilliant, and most amazing guitar solo of all time! Believe it or not, my own pedals are set up in a way that when I get ready to go into one of my own solos, Gilmour is exactly who I’m trying to emulate.
“Us and Them” brings in the choir and displays beauty and warmth. “Any Colour You Like” showcases the bands jam tendencies and gives you break from the previous songs by helping to relax your mind. Meditative psych rock, if you will. “Brain Damage” opens with the lyric, “The lunatic is on the grass.” And from there we go into the realm of complete psychedelia, thought, and reflection. A simple enough song, but while to maintain the intensity of the beginning of the album, it’s warning you of the inevitable, as the song segues into “Eclipse”… And then… the end.