I've been going record crazy. It is an addiction I cannot and do not want to curb. I am going to go broke. I don't care. Vinyl is precious to me. It gives my sad little life direction. It keeps my hands out of my pants (except when I reach for cash to buy record). I used to hate people like the one I have become. I worked at a used record store for ten years. I once mocked and loathed the sad, empty-
lifed recluses who came into the store and snot-pawed the vinyl like some middle-aged pizza loving
Gollum whose one-ring was an out-of-print Italian
prog album. Now I am that person. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I try to eat fairly healthily. I exercise regularly. I collect vinyl. I am new at it. It is a corrupting influence. I don't know exactly what caused this mania. I got a new job. I am in a band that makes me happy. My life has changed significantly in the past few months. This coincides with my new habit, but I'm not sure how the two fit together.
Here are my recent acquisitions of the past month or so:
Funkadelic - Maggot Brain
Pink Floyd - Meddle
Ray Charles - Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music
Geraldine Fibbers - Butch
XTC - Skylarking (Mermaid Smile version)
Stevie Wonder -
InnervisionsJethro Tull -
Warchild, Heavy Horses, Living in the Past
Panda Bear - Person Pitch
Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
Lou Reed - Transformer
Big Star - 3rd
David Bowie - Scary Monsters,
Changesonebowie & Changes
twobowieBilly Bragg - Workers' Playtime
Can -
Ege BamyasiDecemberists - Crane Wife, The
Tain, Her Majesty, Picturesque
6 Nonesuch Explorer Albums
There are more, but I'm too weak to go on.