45s and calm
in much cooler news, i'm about to inherit roughly 200 vinyl records from my dad. most of it is classical music if i remember correctly, there's also a couple of albums by Weird Al Yankovich albums and Twisted Sister, but there's also a grip of old 50's and 60's rock 'n' roll 45s. i'm so stoked.
i don't want much for Christmas. well, nothing i'd feel comfortable asking someone to spend the money on. the top three things i want, but won't ask for: 1) a professional digital camera, 2) a 40GB ipod, and 3) a 200GB external hard drive. i'm just not bold enough--or know anyone wealthy enough-- to ask for those things. actually, that's not true. i do know people who'd come through on those presents and that's the problem. since i do have people in my life that take care of me like that, i don't want to put them out. that shit is fucking expensive.
anyway, the top three things i want for Christmas, and will ask for: 1) a set of good cooking knives and bamboo cutting board, 2) a record player, and 3) the various DVDs, like deluxe DVDs of Sin City and Batman Begins, 2nd season of Arrested Development, shit like that.
papa certainly came through with #2. we were talking tonight and i asked him---in his many travels--to keep an eye out for a record player for me. he said that he nevers listens to music in the house and that he'd bring them up our record player and vinyls for me when he comes to visit. how fucking sweet is that? he's in the middle of changing musical mediums and he had the record player to turn his records into tapes. since he has a cd player in his car he has no need for tapes and, consequently, the record player. he's out of the country a good 2/3 of the year and when he is in the states, he works and play tennis all day, comes home, and lays in his room to watch a game or something. so, all of that shit hasn't been touched in ages. this is going to be so cool. he, needlessly, told me to take care of them. i said the magnitude of the heirloom gift is not lost on me. i think i'm most excited about the 45s. i mean, i'm definitely looking forward to lazy afternoons listening to Bach on my livingroom floor, but to hear the crackle and popping of original recordings of classic rock is just so dope.
when we were little, my dad used to put me and Atief to sleep with classical music. there was a record player at the end of the hallway, next to our rooms, and dad would tuck us in, drag a speaker in each room and play Mozart or Rimsky Korsokov or something. at Halloween, he'd move it to the livingroom and play Mussorgsky's Night On Bald mountain through the open windows.
i really wanted a record player because i need to unplug. all of my music is on my computer, so it feels like i never get a break from it. God knows i love the internet, but i don't want all of my entertainment to involve a screen. i've been moving toward simplicity ever since i gave up my cell phone a year and half ago. anyone who knows me knows that i'm good for a disappearing act or three. i once went "incog-negro" for two years. usually it's a few weeks to two months. sometimes i just need to fall off the face of the earth and get my mind right. cell phones really put a damper on that. i've had one since i was 18. so, muthafuckers have been able to find me for 10 years. i really like not having one because that means that whomever i'm with it's just the two of us; not us and anyone who calls. having that exclusive time with people is very soothing to me. i have to get one again in March, but i'm in no hurry.
anyway, so i've been moving toward simplicity and, really, calm. the time that i've spent up here has largely been in seclusion. i do go out, but usually it's out of town to see my friends. i used to be all over the place. i used to be a regular social butterfly, but the last few years i've been searching for a calm. i haven't totally found it, yet, but i'm getting close.
i think this record player is going to be a very good look.
i don't want much for Christmas. well, nothing i'd feel comfortable asking someone to spend the money on. the top three things i want, but won't ask for: 1) a professional digital camera, 2) a 40GB ipod, and 3) a 200GB external hard drive. i'm just not bold enough--or know anyone wealthy enough-- to ask for those things. actually, that's not true. i do know people who'd come through on those presents and that's the problem. since i do have people in my life that take care of me like that, i don't want to put them out. that shit is fucking expensive.
anyway, the top three things i want for Christmas, and will ask for: 1) a set of good cooking knives and bamboo cutting board, 2) a record player, and 3) the various DVDs, like deluxe DVDs of Sin City and Batman Begins, 2nd season of Arrested Development, shit like that.
papa certainly came through with #2. we were talking tonight and i asked him---in his many travels--to keep an eye out for a record player for me. he said that he nevers listens to music in the house and that he'd bring them up our record player and vinyls for me when he comes to visit. how fucking sweet is that? he's in the middle of changing musical mediums and he had the record player to turn his records into tapes. since he has a cd player in his car he has no need for tapes and, consequently, the record player. he's out of the country a good 2/3 of the year and when he is in the states, he works and play tennis all day, comes home, and lays in his room to watch a game or something. so, all of that shit hasn't been touched in ages. this is going to be so cool. he, needlessly, told me to take care of them. i said the magnitude of the heirloom gift is not lost on me. i think i'm most excited about the 45s. i mean, i'm definitely looking forward to lazy afternoons listening to Bach on my livingroom floor, but to hear the crackle and popping of original recordings of classic rock is just so dope.
when we were little, my dad used to put me and Atief to sleep with classical music. there was a record player at the end of the hallway, next to our rooms, and dad would tuck us in, drag a speaker in each room and play Mozart or Rimsky Korsokov or something. at Halloween, he'd move it to the livingroom and play Mussorgsky's Night On Bald mountain through the open windows.
i really wanted a record player because i need to unplug. all of my music is on my computer, so it feels like i never get a break from it. God knows i love the internet, but i don't want all of my entertainment to involve a screen. i've been moving toward simplicity ever since i gave up my cell phone a year and half ago. anyone who knows me knows that i'm good for a disappearing act or three. i once went "incog-negro" for two years. usually it's a few weeks to two months. sometimes i just need to fall off the face of the earth and get my mind right. cell phones really put a damper on that. i've had one since i was 18. so, muthafuckers have been able to find me for 10 years. i really like not having one because that means that whomever i'm with it's just the two of us; not us and anyone who calls. having that exclusive time with people is very soothing to me. i have to get one again in March, but i'm in no hurry.
anyway, so i've been moving toward simplicity and, really, calm. the time that i've spent up here has largely been in seclusion. i do go out, but usually it's out of town to see my friends. i used to be all over the place. i used to be a regular social butterfly, but the last few years i've been searching for a calm. i haven't totally found it, yet, but i'm getting close.
i think this record player is going to be a very good look.
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