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12.31.2002

A Musical Retrospective - records to CDs




It's 1982, I'm 4 years old. My record collection (yes, all vinyl, not even a cassette!) consists of Raffi and Sesame Street. Then, I hear Abracadabra on the radio, and I latch onto it and won't let go. Soon, The Steve Miller Band have joined the likes of Raffi and Sesame Street in my collection. Strange taste for a 4 year-old, but I imagine buying me the record was better than having to listen to me sing it from my car seat.




It's 1983, and Karma Chameleon is getting heavy rotation. It's not long before Culture Club has joined the collection. It's several years before I figure out if Boy George is male or female.




In 1984, the first cassette entered my collection in the form of Wham! - Make It Big. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go was really big, and the fact that I had a bit of a crush on George Michael didn't hurt either. It's several years before I realize that he likes boys as much as I do.




Once the Wham! cassette entered my collection, I began procuring others. One of the first cassettes to disappear from my father's collection was a Bach collection, which, for some reason, I became hooked on for a while. Another cassette which disappeared from his collection was Genesis - Invisible Touch, an album I found addictive above all others. It was another five years before Genesis released another album that I could get my paws on, We Can't Dance. My patience was additionally rewarded when they performed a concert in Edmonton. My friends, many of whom were fans of New Kids On The Block, didn't understand my excitement.




Between 1988 and 1990, I managed to demonstrate infinitely poor taste and acquired every single Paula Abdul album that was available. I was narrowly redeemed by acquiring The B-52s - Cosmic Thing and Deee-lite - World Clique. At the time of purchase, I loved all the albums equally, but time has since shown that the B-52s and Deee-lite albums have aged much better than Paula.




While I was coveting Paula Abdul, The B-52s and Deee-lite, my step-sister going through her hard-rocking era, listening to Motley-Crue, Guns N' Roses and local boys SNFU (Time To Buy A New Futon was one SNFU song that did appeal to me at the time, if only for the sheer absurdity of the title.) Being that we were about 12 at the time, however, the era lasted a matter of several months before it gave way to something else altogether.




In high school, when everyone else was listening to Blind Melon and Spirit of the West, I was coveting Sting and Eric Clapton. Not a bad choice of music, but the blank-eyed stares of my peers who had never heard of Eric Clapton and Sting started to wear on me.




Seeing as how even Eric Clapton and Sting could be obscure for some people, I started wondering what sort of music could be found that wasn't being played on the radio. My search led me to find Lucas and Portishead. Portishead turned out to be nothing short of a revelation for me, having never heard anything quite so dark and moody, but beautiful.




Around the same time, the first CD joined my album collection. It was the Guys and Dolls 1992 Broadway cast recording, starring the spectacular Faith Price and Nathan Lane as Adelaide and Nathan. I never did get to see them perform on Broadway, but what little I did see on TV was fabulous.




And so, the end of the vinyl and cassette era in my musical experience, and the very late starting CD era began. The CD era will have to wait for another day, though, since my album purchases then increased exponentially, leaving probably 100 some-odd albums to recall.

12.30.2002

Best accidentally discovered song:


Screaming Headless Torsos - Smile In A Wave - 3.64Mb, 3:53 min


Often mislabelled as a Jack Johnson song, it is in fact a song by Screaming Headless Torsos.

12.29.2002

Look what Santa brought me:




It's not a fancy Martin or anything, but for someone who's just starting out, it fits the bill nicely. Perhaps after I'm rich and famous, I can buy a Martin.

12.24.2002

On a lighter note, my wanderings led me to glassdog, where I was treated to the best shoe-shopping essay ever (if there is any precedence . . . it could be the only shoe-shopping essay ever, but you library folk would know better than I would):


"These were not my shoes! I couldn't possibly, not possibly, ever in a million years... oh, god, oh my god, oh good god and christ and mary these feel like sex on my feet."


Additionally, Dooce.com also has quite a few gems, not the least of which is The Great Poop Debate.

It started by clicking on a Blog of Note.


A bit of reading and wandering on the site led me to MSNBC's Weblog Central, where the Blog of Note had been linked. Curious about what else was contained at MSNBC's Weblog Central, I scrolled up.


There I found a link to Fucked Weblog, similar to Fucked Company, but for weblogs.


I decided to check out the Back online! category of Fucked Weblog, and there I found Dooce.com.


Apparently Dooce, aka Heather, was fired from her job because of what she said on her weblog. Any and every opinion that could ever possibly be offerred up on the subject can be read here.


An interesting read, to say the least, given the fact that within the last month or two my site has had a sprinkle or two of work-related commentary. It has lead me to wonder a few things:


  • How anonymous am I, really? (Not very, or not at all, depending on how deft you are with your mouse and keyboard.)
  • Is it better to be an identifiable individual who keeps their lip zipped when it's prudent, or an anonymous collection of words from an author who unabashedly speaks their mind but remains in the shadows? (I've done both, and no you can't have the URL.)


I'm not one to live in fear of what could be read on my site, but I'm beginning to wonder if I should be more mindful of what I post. I obviously realize that I'm not a hard person to find on the web if you're clever. (Hi Mom!)


I guess I'm torn between editing my archives for questionable content, and leaving them up while praying that no one bothers to dig back in there.


Have you ever had to consider these things with your own site?

12.23.2002

9 monkeys out of 10 agree that today I should not be working, and that I should still be lying in the Stork Position™, cuddled under my duvet.


That said, I'm sitting at my desk with eyeballs that feel more like raisins, praying that any minute the fax I've been waiting for will finally come in so I can go home.

12.20.2002



Following 3 days of careful planning, which included coming up with a low-cost, detailed furniture plan for a room with no 90 degree angles and one curved wall:


Minion: Hi there, we're looking at buying some furniture for our project.


Petty Bureaucrat: We have standards you know.


Minion: We're looking at IKEA.


Petty Bureaucrat: Oh no, definitely not IKEA.


Minion: Oh? What should we be looking at then?


Petty Bureaucrat: Send me an email.


Minion: Well, we're on a bit of a tight schedule . . .


Petty Bureaucrat: We have JOB LISTS, you know! It's not like we're sitting around here doing nothing!!!


Minion: I wasn't implying that you aren't doing anything, I was just saying that we'd like to expedite the process. If you could tell me what we need to do . . .


Petty Bureaucrat: Send me an email.

12.19.2002

Who needs a job when you've got talent like this?

12.16.2002

My HSX portfolio is hemorrhaging.


While my Lord of the Rings - Two Towers (LR2CA) call option has made me $13,650, my Holiday Warrant (HWLR2, HWHP2, HWSTR) stocks have bled me to the tune of $28,600. My Wachowski Brothers stock (WACHO), Viggo Mortenson (VMORT) stock and Cate Blanchett (CBLAN) stock have also ripped my HSX wallet wide open.


I'm getting virtually poor.

12.15.2002

I've found myself addicted to the Hollywood Stock Exchange.


I don't really know why, but it's terribly habit forming. I've diversified my portfolio, investing in several starbonds, moviestocks, movie options and movie funds. My Lord of the Rings - Two Towers call option seems to be the biggest mover and shaker so far, having made me $1482 in non-existent money.


Who knew non-existent money could be so thrilling???

12.12.2002

I went to bed early so I would be able to get up early.


Sounds like a good plan, right? Except that I woke up around 2:30 when F-No came upstairs, and I couldn't get back to sleep. Now, only now at 4:30 do I have the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep, and I have to get up in half an hour.


Oh, how I long for my days of youth, when it took nothing short of a bomb going off next to my head to wake me up.

12.11.2002

The raunchy outhouse-stink rising up from the elevators has now given way to a lemony freshness.


I still don't know what the raunchy outhouse-stink is/was, since the building manager wouldn't say, but it's now thoroughly covered up by a cloying lemon scent. I am glad for my head cold.

12.10.2002

Words cannot fully express the shock and horror of discovering that someone has hired a clown to come into your workplace and perform magic, juggling and balloon animal creation for your birthday.


He wasn't dressed like a clown, so thankfully I will be spared the John Wayne Gacy nightmares tonight. But I'm pretty sure that the sensation of having red foam balls jammed into my hand will not leave me for days to come.


I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position now.

12.08.2002

Happy Birthday - The Beatles




You say it's your birthday


Well it's my birthday too yeah


They say it's your birthday


We're gonna have a good time


I'm glad it's your birthday


Happy birthday to you


Yes we're going to a party party


Yes we're going to a party party


Yes we're going to a party party


I would like you to dance (birthday)


Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (birthday)


I would like you to dance (birthday)


Dance


I would like you to dance (birthday)


Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (birthday)


I would like you to dance (birthday)


Dance


You say it's your birthday


Well it's my birthday too yeah


You say it's your birthday


We're gonna have a good time


I'm glad it's your birthday


Happy birthday to you