A few days ago, my dad told me he had a boxful of cassette tapes he wanted to get rid of, and asked me if I was interested before he tossed them. “Thanks, but no thanks,” I replied. And then I saw this article and was like, wait a second. Maybe I was a bitContinue reading “Ready, Cassette, Go”
Tag Archives: Records
What’s the 411?
Last week, we paid Audrey to catalogue* our record collection. *As an aside, I realize that “catalog” is the more common spelling of this word in American English, but I prefer the European version. I also favor favour and find colour more colorful than color. However, I refuse to belabor the point and call our holiday Labour Day. I’m funny when itContinue reading “What’s the 411?”
Keep Me Free From Birth
I’m walking through the cramped aisles of the used record store, shuffling through vinyl, searching for albums to add to my collection. George Harrison and Neil Young and Blondie are already tucked under my arm, awaiting their spins on my turntable, as I seek out additional treasures. It is a perfectly Portland Saturday afternoon, andContinue reading “Keep Me Free From Birth”
Spin The Black Circle
See this needle…a see my hand… Drop, drop, dropping it down…oh, so gently… Well here it comes…I touch the plane… Turn me up…won’t turn you away… Spin, spin…spin the black circle Spin, spin…spin the black, spin the black… Spin, spin…spin the black circle Inspired by the following comment left on yesterday’s entry: “Do you stillContinue reading “Spin The Black Circle”
Are People Still Passionate About Music?
“Are people still passionate about music the way they used to be?” My boss posed this question during a marketing meeting on Tuesday. There were five of us sitting around a table, eating lunch and discussing sales and marketing strategies for the company. This followed a rather heated debate over the significance of traditional retailContinue reading “Are People Still Passionate About Music?”
My Hamster Ate The Piano Man
Earlier this week, Tara and I helped out a close friend by delivering copies of her free publication, Portland Book Review, to a bunch of local businesses. We had had Chris over for dinner one day last week so she could meet my girlfriend. Chris and I go way back – once upon a time weContinue reading “My Hamster Ate The Piano Man”