Marka Richardsona felieton o podsumowaniach roku (nie, jeszcze nie zacząłem, chociaż niektórzy już skończyli) i rekomendacjach w ogóle zawiera kilka słusznych akapitów:

Whenever I put songs or albums on lists of favorites, I tend to remember them. And maybe just the smallest part of me thinks, when listening later– long after the votes have been tallied and the lists have been published– that I had better really love this song, because I put it on that list and I don’t want to feel like I’m not being honest with myself.

Once in a great while, someone will email me and ask to see my list of favorite records from this or that year … For a brief moment, I’ll wish I had put more of the obscure and esoteric stuff that I liked during the year on the list, because it might make me look cooler, or something. I picture someone cracking open the email and being like, „That’s it?” and maybe sighing.

A ta dwuminutowa piosenka, o której pisze, rzeczywiście coś w sobie ma.