Aside from scrapping and living on this computer – I am a HUGE music fan. Just huge. But its funny, as we get older, we put down things we think are childish or young or not age appropriate. I remember when I was 26 in Seattle, working for a bio-pharmaceutical company. I decided “Hey! I need to sell these vintage clothes. I am a Grown Up now and will NEVER wear them again.” Can we say Major Regret? Yikes! I could have at least waited another year or two when Ebay popped up! But no…. Velvet Victorian jackets with jet buttons, leopard coats, leather coats, OMG – I had the most fantabulous Vintage Collection ever. I spent a better part of the 80s shopping thrift stores and was such a snob – no man made materials for me! Cashmere. OMG.
So I sold the entire box to a vintage shop in Seattle. FIFTY BUCKS! I was sooo pleased! Dang! $50 for all my old ratty clothes. Like all good regrets, I didn’t Really Regret what I had done until ’98 or so….When I had decided that “Hey, Grown Ups can wear cool vintage stuff.”
Which brings me back to music. I had the Collection. OMG. The vinyl. I only crushed on record clerks and blatantly used them for their access to Cool Music. John Cusack – High Fidelity.That was my ideal guy. Music – arranged alphabetically, arranged by label, arranged chronologically. This is what people did before the internet 🙂
Cool Music. NEVER Alternative. Alternative. HMPH! Puke!
I had vinyl that was so cool, I didn’t even know it was that cool. Like the Chameleons album with the freebie 45 in it. Like the Primitives on color vinyl. Like the import John Peel sessions on 10″. TEN INCH VINYL. Oh How I Miss Thee. Okay, so the Primitives were kinda dorky cool 🙂 Joy Division. Kate Bush.The Cocteau Twins. NewOrder. The Smiths.The Cure. The Smithereens. The Talking Heads. Violent Femmes. Ultravox. Alphaville – some fine Euro Pop there 🙂 Siouxsie and the Banshees. Dead Can Dance. Harold Budd. It bothers me to hear this stuff on the pop stations these days. OR even worse – to see this music used in movies like The Wedding Singer – COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTEXT! Some dork dressed like Michael Jackson WOULD NOT hang out with another dork that listened to the Smiths. YIKES! I digress…
Back then, cheesy as it may sound, it meant something to listen to that music. It meant you were difficult and different and artistic and a free thinker. It meant you dared to say Janet Jackson Control is a crappy album. It meant you were putting your money with Indie labels. Hey! The Lucy Show – love that album. Wonder if it will ever show up on CD. (ha!) It meant you appreciated art that was art not art made for money.
I don’t really know what my point is with this – except that I miss Saturdays, in the Summer, hanging at the record shop. Swooning over the Really Cute Clerk and wondering what jewel I would find. What album I would take home that would make me feel fabulously, wonderfully, depressingly, achingly…alive 🙂