Durf's Töp 15 Albums of 2021

Yeesh, what a year.  Yeah, I know, I say that pretty much every year, but this year I mean it.  In the span of really ten short months, the Durfette and I welcomed the Durfling 2, I got a promotion at work, the Durfette got a new job, we both decided we wanted to get the fuck out of Idaho, I got a new job, we sold our house, bought a new house, moved to Tennessee, and that's just off the top of my head.  It's been a year.  Not to mention that until shit got real bonkers around August/September, I managed to actually write something nearly every week for this her blog, which was a lot of fun.  I'd love to be able to tell you that Durf's Weekly Workout will make a triumphant return sometime soon, but I can't commit to that, and I just can't lie to you terrific folks.  The new job takes a lot of my time and energy, and I'm still trying to figure out how to make sure my family doesn't get shortchanged, and until I do, I need to do other things than tell you how wicked lifting to Suffering Hour is (it's pretty fuckin' wicked though).  But hopefully it will be back at some point.  But for now, let's talk about sixteen albums from this year that were phenomenal.  I listened to more music this year than potentially any year previous, so you know these sixteen are the choicest of choice cuts.  As always, the amount written about any album does not speak to my thoughts or feelings about it; that's what the numbers are for.

Durf's Weekly Workout # 8: March 5th, 2021

Well, it happened: the Durfling 2: Electric Boogaloo just couldn't wait any longer, so he came into the world on Monday night.  He and the Durfette are both doing great, everyone is home from the hospital adjusting to life with one another, and the OG Durfling is alternating between Tommy Boy-level excitement at having a brother, and Cain-level anger at his brother not being able to play with him yet.  It's a fun time.

As you can probably imagine, having a newborn is not exactly conducive to early morning workouts, so I was only able to hit the weights once this week.  Obviously family comes first, and I'm happy to help out and, you know, nurture my son at the expense of my workouts.  But it is an adjustment.  I've gotten so used to having my time in the mornings, to working out and listening to music, and while I know I'll get it back at some point... I'm going to miss it.  I'm 34 years old, and in those years I've learned that I'm a creature of habit, someone who likes doing the same things at the same time every day.  That's out the window for now.  Having a newborn is also not really conducive to having any sort of free time whatsoever, so I also didn't listen to five albums this week.  So I'll have to get by trying to work out when I can, and listen to new music when I can.