ok, so i have been reluctant to blog. but i have stuff to say. i said it. the problem is that there is so much to say right now that i don't know where to begin. and contrary to popular wisdom, "begin at the beginning" isn't going to to cut it here, folks. this will be a non-linear operation.
so i woke up this morning and listened to "this will be our year" by the zombies, as i have done for the past few mornings. it is my anthem right now. so much beauty in that song.
it reminds me of when i was 19 and i played "radio radio" every morning for months to get myself primed and ready to go out in the world. after that it was one side of the new bad things record "freewheel". "josh has a crush on a femme from reed" c'mon people. that's good stuff. i can still remember that apartment and the funky way it smelled. there was never any parking and i got my car ticketed and towed a lot. i was subletting it from an ex-roommate who was traveling or something, and she came back one day unexpectedly when i wasn't there and kicked me out. she left a nasty note about how the place was a mess (it was) and how she couldn't even see me, that i just had to leave. i was so sad and hurt and mortified, because we were good friends at one point. then my next thought was like "rad. she packed all my stuff".
but anyway, back in the days of radio radio and new bad things i was a committed vinyl snob. warm sound blah blah. but today i am in bed with my laptop (it's the old black apple kind like carrie had on 'sex and the city' if you are picturing me in bed with my laptop, and if you are, ewww! stop picturing me in bed, perv. hahaha) but today i have my music on a computer in the living room and this computer is just borrowing it and sending it to airtunes which is connected to my bedroom stereo. presto. zombies. without leaving the bed. beat that, vinyl.
just kidding!! i get it, i do! but i am in awe of the endless digital configurations that deliver my media. can't help it.
although i have shelves full of vinyl that i can't listen to this way, and that makes me sad. hence, no nostalgic listen to the first side of "freewheel" from my bed. nostalgia. it's really making a comeback. haha. but it is for me. i have always been that way, which is why my house is crammed with artifacts from my past lives as a musician and artist and friend and lover (luv-vah hahahah) so nostalgia: where to start with that? i saw fitz of depression at the smell last night. talk about nostalgia! i was transported to the capitol theatre backstage 1996. i think "the swing" had just come out or something. i was in love with a boy. i was 21. now i am 31 and i think i may be in love with life. again, i can't help it.
