Another blog. Yes, I have one or two already at other places. But I don't really use them. Should I start a new one? I should be sleeping instead.
Came here to join my friends at Mixmoo. I like this clean space. It's nice. Who would read this? Me? I like to see myself in writing. I'm so vain. Probably think this blog is about me.
Maybe I will just talk about music here.
I've recently discovered Belle & Sebastian. Crazy. Somehow I missed them when they first came out. Think it was when I was in my super duper Duke Ellington stage. Anway, I like 'em. A lot. Recently bought Camera Obscura also, due to recommendation by iTunes. That iTunes is always looking out for me.
Thought I'd lost my iPod. Found it in my raincoat pocket. I was so relieved.
Amazing how far I've come- from taping songs off my clock radio with my little cassette player. I would turn the radio on its side and push the cassette player's microphone next to the radio's tiny little speaker. Sounded pretty good to me, as long as my brother didn't make noise. Shhh!!! I'm making a tape!!! OH, and discovering because of the ultra cheap tapes I had bought and the subsequent sound bleed through- that Led Zepplin really did say "hail to my sweet satan" backwards on "Stairway to Heaven" A chilling jr high moment, indeed.
Next came the ultimate machine- a boom box, that had a radio and cassette player in one! Then, the ultimate ultimate, the double cassette player/recorder! Jeepers. I could mix radio songs and cassette tapes. Moved on to stereo components with the addition of a record player. I was cooking with gas then. Remember trying to perfectly fit songs on a cassette? I kind of miss those days. It was a real challenge. That moment, staring intently in the dark little hole of the cassette tape- hoping and pleading that the tape wouldn't run out before the last song was done.
Now, I'm downloading songs left and right, sometimes I don't even know what I have anymore. Songs will play, and I'll wonder where they came from. At one time, I only owned enough cassette tapes to fit in my tiny, wooden tape holder, maybe about 10 cassettes. I would line them up and look at them lovingly. I knew all the songs by heart.
My iPod is a little miracle. I remember travelling with my giant boombox in the car. Thing ate batteries like a-something eats something it really likes a lot- and it was a bit cumbersome. What would I have given for the CD burner, the MP3, the ability to carry the equivlent of several milk crates full of albums in my car and choose a song at will? Or to be able to make playlists of song titles containing the word "summer." I never could have dreamed it up. And yet I always longed for it. It's all like a dream come true.
