It's 1987. As wiser men than me were saying at the time: What The Fuck's Going On?
Well, for me, the most significant event of the year was the first half of the long, slow process that would eventually result in my becoming an orphan in 2005. Did my mum's death have an impact on my annual compilation of favourite songs of the year? Well, there are a couple of fairly downbeat selections on here, but I think that by December 20th 1987 (the day I recorded these tapes) I was getting on with things again.
Musically, I was still going to a hell of a lot of gigs. Looking at my 1987 diary, I started the year with an Elvis Costello show, and wrapped it up with the Christmassy back-to-back flourish of (awww) Frank Sidebottom and (uh-oh) Gary Glitter. In between, I saw the Pogues three times, the Communards twice, Kodo for the first time, and Miles Davis for the only time. On record, it was the year that artists really started pushing at the artistic and legal boundaries of what sampling could do, and lawyers started pushing back: there are a lot of sample-heavy records on this collection, some of which have stood the test of time better than others.
It's 1987: I'm 23, going on 24. Here's what went on.