Cerberus Vol.3(1)
Celebrate a new year, with one last visit to 2020
Preamble
I never stay up late anymore on New Year’s Eve. I’m the type to wake up early, even on the weekends. But this year — in fear of 2020 being a delayed clerical error of the apocalypse from the forces who play with us like action figures — I wanted to make sure the clock struck midnight. After wrapping up an episode of “The Great British Bake Off,” we noticed the clock was 11:59pm. We turned to watch the ball drop, lingered for a few more moments (I can’t shake Doja Cat’s “Say So” from my brain), and finally went to sleep.
I have little desire to revisit 2020 from a societal perspective. Collectivism both died and thrived on a daily basis, and a change in the ones numermal on the calendar does not magically erase the shit stain from the world’s collective drawers. Yet, this attitude does a disservice to the art 2020 gave us. In the near future, we’ll be able to look at 2020 with earnest objectivity without sacrificing its earned disdain. For right now, let’s try practicing by looking at the albums that got me through 2020. “Regular” Cerberus newsletters and corresponding postings will resume imminently.
Favorite Albums of 2020
Favorite Board Games of 2020
