What’s your all-time favorite album?

Oh Lord, you might as well ask me to pick a favorite grandbaby. Impossible! Music is my lifeblood, and every era, every mood, every heartbreak and victory has its album.

Sometimes it’s AC/DC’s Back in Black (front to back, no skips). Other times it’s Led Zeppelin IV because Going to California is pure magic.

Then there’s The Cars’ Heartbeat City, or The Cure’s Disintegration when I’m in that moody place. Don’t forget The Doors’ debut, or the unapologetic punch of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton.

I can drift into Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon or Wish You Were Here, float with Bob Marley & the Wailers’ Exodus, or pogo along to The Ramones’ debut.

I’ll argue all day over which Bob Dylan is best—Highway 61 Revisited or Blood on the Tracks—but both live rent-free in my head. Then there’s Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On, the anthem-packed The Clash’s London Calling, or the raw honesty of Miranda Lambert’s The Weight of These Wings.

Of course, I still swoon for Prince & the Revolution’s Purple Rain, sing every word of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors, and blast Van Halen’s debut when I need to feel alive.

Sunshine days call for The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds or the bubblegum brilliance of The Go-Go’s Beauty & the Beat. Blues runs deep with Muddy Waters’ Anthology, while swagger belongs to The Rolling Stones’ Some Girls.

I melt into Etta James’ At Last and can’t leave out The Police’s Synchronicity.

And don’t think I forgot the giants: The Beatles, Pearl Jam, Erykah Badu, and Michael Jackson—because how could anyone live without those?

Lastly, maybe Billy Idol isn’t on any TOPS list, but he’s always #1 to me! So my all-time favorite? Nope. I don’t have one. I have a whole wall of them. My life is a jukebox, and I’m not about to unplug it.

XOXO, Jani