Spin Me Right Round, Baby, Right Round
I just bought a record player. Not just any record player. This one plays CDs. And it has a radio. AND it plays tapes. That's right. I can now listen to my Journey and Huey Lewis tapes. And maybe all of those mix tapes from high school, if I can dig 'em up. Wall of Voodoo and the Violent Femmes, anyone?
This purchase also means that I can play records, of course, which is the main reason for the buy. I need to expand my collection a bit, though. The only records I have belonged to my great grandfather, the one I never got to meet. So I'm sitting here in my bedroom, writing a little missive to the aether while Bach fills the air with violins and harpsichords, and I think about the man who is a part of me, who I've seen only in photos, and I wonder what he was like. Did he sit quietly with his eyes closed, hands flat on the table and let the music wash over him? Did it snatch his breath away sometimes, like it does to me?
The needle is painting a track through ghosts, and I wonder what they would say to me.
coughed this up at 9:00 PM
7 El Commentos:
Cool! We gave away our vinyl some time ago, but seeing this nifty player makes me wish we'd held onto them a bit longer. Got any Gershwin?
Oh, and go easy with those mix tapes, Hobo. I still twitch a little when I remember the two year time period in which "Walk Like an Egyptian" was stuck on "repeat" in my car's cassette player. Aieee!
i don't, unfortunately, although i really should pick up some scott joplin. a little ragtime in the morning is never a bad thing.
also, thanks for getting that song stuck in my head. curses!
Hobo,
You bought something magical, I think. It's an all-playing music box, just without eight-tracks which actually sound pretty amazing, but are useless since you can't really fast forward or rewind. I digress.
Go to the thrift store. Stat. You can pick up several days worth of music for one Alexander Hamilton and will be able to choose from 80's hair metal, classical, foreign, and Herb Alpert's Tiajuana Brass. There's always Herb Alpert. Everywhere.
Oh, and please stop by today. I talked about Hobos. I need your input.
I think it's important to own some Bob Dylan on vinyl. Also, the soundtrack to Grease on vinyl.
AND this morning, while reading the The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2006, I came across a list titled Best American New Band Names. Fourteenth on the list? Birdmonster!
Way back in 1982, I received Survivor's Eye of the Tiger, John Cougar's American Fool, and Scott Baio's self-titled work on vinyl for Christmas. Best Christmas Ever.
i hear you on the dylan, but i'll have to pass on the Grease. i've had nothing but bad experiences with that movie and anything associated with it. for example, in grade school i was put in charge of operating the stereo that had the music for the play my class was putting on. in front of the whole school. i hit the wrong button, and the stereo ate the tape in the vast silence of a large auditorium.
then there was the time when i was drafted (because i'm the "computer guy") into making full-size posters of some of the cars and characters for our Grease-themed Halloween. that one turned out pretty well, but still. hours spent in the company of john travolta and various and sundry greasers is not something i'd normally choose to do.
don't get me wrong - i'm not actually opposed to Grease. I'd just rather be where it's not. :)
also, a scott baio record? i must acquire it. MUST.
Was going to say something extremely witty but now can only focus on the fact Scott Baio made an albulm...
My mom bought one of those recently but seems to listen to Janice Ian over and over on it.
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