đź“€ Track 0: The List That Broke Me
Jul. 6th, 2025 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
popghostI wasn’t looking for anything. That’s the dangerous part.
It was just a random night—fluorescent lights buzzing, shelf-stacking autopilot, the radio quietly insulting me with a censored version of “Hotline Bling” for the third time that week. Later, at home, too wired to sleep but too tired to exist, I started doomscrolling pop trivia on my phone. Harmless. Educational. Normal behavior.
Then I found The List.
Every UK #1 single since 1952. All of them. In order. A timeline of British taste, in all its glorious, baffling, chaotic glory.
And something clicked. Not like a lightbulb—more like a glitter cannon going off inside my head.
Because yes, I’m already halfway down a rabbit hole trying to listen to every Now That’s What I Call Music album in order (no skips, no shame, etc. etc.), but this… this was deeper. Messier. Older.
This wasn’t just compilation CDs and bonus remixes. This was history.
Like: did you know the UK’s very first #1 single was Al Martino’s “Here in My Heart” in 1952? Neither did I. Did you know “Common People” by Pulp never got to #1? Because I screamed. Did you know that there are seven different Christmas #1s that involve novelty food items or puppets?
Reader, I spiralled again.
So now this blog isn’t just about the Now albums anymore. It’s about the whole glittery mess: the charts, the flukes, the remixes, the heartbreak bangers we forgot to remember.
Consider this my declaration of obsession.
It was just a random night—fluorescent lights buzzing, shelf-stacking autopilot, the radio quietly insulting me with a censored version of “Hotline Bling” for the third time that week. Later, at home, too wired to sleep but too tired to exist, I started doomscrolling pop trivia on my phone. Harmless. Educational. Normal behavior.
Then I found The List.
Every UK #1 single since 1952. All of them. In order. A timeline of British taste, in all its glorious, baffling, chaotic glory.
And something clicked. Not like a lightbulb—more like a glitter cannon going off inside my head.
Because yes, I’m already halfway down a rabbit hole trying to listen to every Now That’s What I Call Music album in order (no skips, no shame, etc. etc.), but this… this was deeper. Messier. Older.
This wasn’t just compilation CDs and bonus remixes. This was history.
Like: did you know the UK’s very first #1 single was Al Martino’s “Here in My Heart” in 1952? Neither did I. Did you know “Common People” by Pulp never got to #1? Because I screamed. Did you know that there are seven different Christmas #1s that involve novelty food items or puppets?
Reader, I spiralled again.
So now this blog isn’t just about the Now albums anymore. It’s about the whole glittery mess: the charts, the flukes, the remixes, the heartbreak bangers we forgot to remember.
Consider this my declaration of obsession.