Love This: “Why My Husband’s Stupid Record Collection Matters”

I’ve learned a lot about music from men. I came to know obscure bands, essential albums, and heavy chapters of musical history through friends and lovers. Men have been an important part of my development as a fan, critic, and writer. But ultimately, my personal experience and self-education informed my work. Those words are mine.Earlier this week, a Tumblr started circulating among the music critics, nerds, and fans I know, both personally and from the Internet. It’s called My Husband’s Stupid Record Collection, and it’s written by librarian Sarah O’Holla. The premise: She digs through the extensive record collection of her husband—WNYC On the Media producer Alex Goldman—and muses about each album.

I’d started scrolling through it last weekend, in the throes of a SXSW hangover, and enjoyed O’Holla’s awkward but pure revelations on albums I both loved and and wasn’t familiar with. Many of the albums she wrote about were albums men turned me on to. Then the Internet started to dissect it.