14 June 2012
New To Me
My first thrift store cd player acquisition did not go so good. Lost one channel. Twenty-five bucks down the sawmill shitter. Bought another one today. Twenty bucks. It is a Sony too. Japanese motherfuckers.
Hooked it up, filled it with music. Springsteen's "Working On A Dream," I am liking Bruce more and more all the time; Eldorado's "Suitcase" which I am liking even more today than yesterday, hey, sorry I missed you guys when you were around; Chris Isaak's "Baja Sessions," fucking brilliant shit from the man who brought me the last tv show I tried my best to never miss; Art Bergman's "Crawl With Me," the silveriest Sliverville motherfucker of them all who I remember best for the time I walked in on him working at Profile studios, cigarette smoke and a withering glance, when I was looking into whether or not the music business had a place for me in it - I am still in the sawmill business - not the lost planet Art Bergman I saw in "Bloodied But Unbowed"; and a great surf song compilation. All five of them from thrift stores too.
The Sony is a little newer than the old one and it sounds better than the old one in my ringing sawmill ears.
Was a time I would have never listened to that shit. Too mellow for this old punk rocker with a first rate death wish. Got it turned up loud. Got myself dancing, sort of, in my office rocking chair. The grave? It can fucking wait.