We’re not going to West Virginia for Thanksgiving. The weather isn’t cooperating, traffic would be horrendous, and the whole thing just seems like a cluster-copulation in the making. So, when my mother called yesterday, requesting a final decision, I gave her the bad news.
Toney’s been checking the weather obsessively. And every time she’s shown me the forecasted map of the U.S., during our proposed drive-time, it’s looked like someone stuck a big maxi-pad over everything between Scranton, PA and Charleston, WV. The maxi-pad of foul weather. With wings
So, funk dat. I feel kinda guilty about pooftering-out on it, but am also looking forward to several days of no work, and no obligations. Oh yeah.
I took today off, and am now at the front edge of a big super-sized holiday weekend. And is there a better good mood-generator than that? I submit that there is not.
Yesterday I linked to a really good music sale at Amazon, and last night spent some quality time with it. And here’s my list of 2 for $10 CDs I’m thinking about buying:
The Clash, London Calling (a remastered upgrade of The Greatest Album Ever Recorded)
The first two Boston albums (good for days when I want to go careening down country roads with a warm 8-pack of Falls City beer on the floorboard)
Donovan, Greatest Hits (what of it?)
Billy Joel, The Stranger (I thought it was the shit when I was in Junior High, and am hoping it won’t take me back to those painful, painful days)
Elton John, Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only The Piano Player (I’m in the process of buying all the 70s Elton CDs, and this is the only one in the sale I don’t already have)
The Clash, Combat Rock (I’ve never owned it on CD)
Cheap Trick at Budokan (I burned myself out on it during the days of wine and vinyl, and never felt a powerful urge to upgrade to compact disc)
Donnie Iris, 20th Century Masters (love is like a rock, dammit)
New York Dolls (the fact that I’ve made it to such an advanced, decrepit age without buying this one on CD is fairly amazing, but there ya go)
Wall of Voodoo, Call of the West (I have a soft spot in my beleaguered heart for Stan Ridgway, and was forced to defend him back in the day, when smart-asses called his band Wall of Doodoo)
That’s eleven CDs, and I probably won’t get them all. But you never know. After a few highballs this evening I might pull the trigger on it. We’ll see how it goes.
Did you see anything that interested you? I think it’s a damn good deal, especially if you get enough of ’em to qualify for free shipping.
Upon closer inspection, I already had all the Tom Waits CDs they’re offering, and the 60’s Dylan, as well. But they’re classics. Classics, I tell ya.
And since I’m going on and on with music procurement talk, someone suggested in the comments that I check out a download service called eMusic. So I did, and I’m going to give them a shot.
It’s all indie stuff, no major labels, and for $11.99 I’ll get to choose 80 songs during the first month. Eighty!
And they’ve got loads of greatness to choose from. Like Arcade Fire, Spoon, early Dinosaur Jr., Guided by Voices, Sloan, The Fall, Flat Duo Jets, the Bottle Rockets, etc. etc. And they even have one of my favorite 1977 punk albums, by the Adverts.
I’m not too thrilled about spending $11.99 per month, so I don’t know how long I’ll stick with them. But I might end up loving ’em, and finding it difficult to cut the cord. In fact, that’s probably the way it’ll go…
Oh, and can you tell I’m flush with birfday money? It’s true, my parents sent me a check, and it’s all going into music this year. Music, and a couple Bentley Little books.
Yes, I know I’m in my early sixties (or whatever), but I still love the birthday check. I can spend it on anything I want, and just be completely selfish and Veruca Salt with it. The birthday check is something I look forward to, and am not ashamed to admit it.
Somehow this one ended up being mostly about music (sorry Buck), so I’ll leave you with a music-related Question.
Who do you think are the most pretentious artists of all time? A few people jump immediately to my mind, and for some reason most are women. Like Tori Amos, and Patti Smith, and Stevie “I’m so mysterious with my shitload of scarves” Nicks. But, of course, there’s also Sting. He’s the crown prince of pretentiousness, right?
Help me out with it, won’t you? Use the comments link below.
And I hope y’all have a great Thanksgiving. I don’t know when I’ll update again, but I still owe the VIPs a super-secret dispatch. So, be on the lookout for that one, at the very least.
See ya ’round.