45s and the Sonics
you can never go home again. i have been nostalgic for the living room at my parents house...nostalgic for the enormous hi-fi record player monstrosity we had. it had these two speakers hidden behind tweed covering with carved wood in sort of cathedral window looking design...you open the top and inside is a turntable and a deep slot for storing records. the records never stayed in the slot for long, but usually ended up splayed across the floor, where john denver might be placed inside a jacket for led zeppelin and andy williams found a home in abba...the stones 'some girls' cover was a toy with it's rotating faces. we had this orange box that held 100 45s...i was thinking of some of the stuff in there, the temptations, blondie's the tide is high, donnie and marie, annie's song, xanadu, elo, dream weaver...the rain/paperback writer single!!!.
when we were going through all the old stuff and clearing out the furniture, i stated that i wanted the hi-fi...i had dreams of rehabilitating it and having it be the center piece in a 'music room' filled with plants and art and natural sunlight...a place where one could recline with a cup of coffee and some good music and sink into the warm sounds coming from those giant speakers...unfortunately, the reality of my living situation set in, (well, at the time i didn't really have a living situation due to my own ineptitude but that's neither here nor there) and it was decided that the hi-fi would be donated to goodwill or something.
so, last nite, i was sitting there shoulder to shoulder with the other pool players and dart throwers and i remembered that little orange box of 45s...and i called my sister to see if she still had it, thinking of the treasure trove of cool old music i could reconnect with...but, she said the box and the contents were long gone...oh well, who needs more vinyl anyway?
i was going to talk about the Sonics, which i feel to be an elemental rock and roll godhead, but...i won't.
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when we were going through all the old stuff and clearing out the furniture, i stated that i wanted the hi-fi...i had dreams of rehabilitating it and having it be the center piece in a 'music room' filled with plants and art and natural sunlight...a place where one could recline with a cup of coffee and some good music and sink into the warm sounds coming from those giant speakers...unfortunately, the reality of my living situation set in, (well, at the time i didn't really have a living situation due to my own ineptitude but that's neither here nor there) and it was decided that the hi-fi would be donated to goodwill or something.
so, last nite, i was sitting there shoulder to shoulder with the other pool players and dart throwers and i remembered that little orange box of 45s...and i called my sister to see if she still had it, thinking of the treasure trove of cool old music i could reconnect with...but, she said the box and the contents were long gone...oh well, who needs more vinyl anyway?
i was going to talk about the Sonics, which i feel to be an elemental rock and roll godhead, but...i won't.
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