a formal entry, although perhaps the ending needs work
in my grandparents home i have a number of possesions stored. a few boxees of sundry bits of mail and empty vitimin bottles (retained mostly for the data re: gaba) and the like. there is a sleeping bag and earlier i discovered that i infact have a second stainless steel thermos that had remained in the attic here for so many monthes full of wet tea bags was not gross at all.
i also have two liquor store boxes, the kind that wine is shipped in, full of cds in their cases. i had forgotten that these were extant, opening the box i thought i would find perhaps bits of moss labelled with location and date waitting for that potential day when i endeavoured to identify by not only genus but also by species and catalogue in my strangely large moss and lichen collection (a facet of my life few, if any friends i retain, know anything about).
but no, when i opened that box i discovered who to be looking out at me but nirvana, mathew good band, leonard cohen, primus. and what a snicker i released! to think, i was once the type to PURCHASE CDs FROM RECORD STORES. i was the feckless "audiophile" so that i would have claimed a preference for the perennially enshrined vinyl, although a passing inspection of my RECORD COLLECTION of that day and to this day would reveil that infact i owned a paldry set of jazz mega hits inherited from my mother and step father. what unique "finds' i had limited to a rodney dangerfield album which apperantly was mastered wrong, changing speeds at hard to predict intervals, and a couple of singles by country rock band freakwater (a fine ensemble, actually).
so after finding this embarassing artifact what did i do? well the only natural course of action was, with as little irony as i could muster (why make a mockery of my former selves? are these not as good candidates as any to perform in this prepetual game of becoming?), to listen to matt good's "underdogs" and lift weights, paw through the remaining flotsome of what seems like other people's lives.
as i did this i felt very right and secure in thinking the act of buying music like my youthful compulsion to drink copius amounts of ovaltine, that is not an especially dangerous habit but one certainly to be out grown. the majority of these cds entered my life AFTER THE INTERNET so the economic (and political) act was already nearing a state of total anachronism. having recently spent a good eening drinking much wine with my psychologically minded aunt in calgary i begin to look for motives, was it simply fad (cf. subculture identification)? was i a fancier of cover-art? was i afraid of low bit rate "rips" of my favorite bands?
really i don't remember. it was probably the pointless backwaters of ego that have caused me to insist until recently that i am nearly illiterate (i infact am not only literate but also a good speller).
i also have two liquor store boxes, the kind that wine is shipped in, full of cds in their cases. i had forgotten that these were extant, opening the box i thought i would find perhaps bits of moss labelled with location and date waitting for that potential day when i endeavoured to identify by not only genus but also by species and catalogue in my strangely large moss and lichen collection (a facet of my life few, if any friends i retain, know anything about).
but no, when i opened that box i discovered who to be looking out at me but nirvana, mathew good band, leonard cohen, primus. and what a snicker i released! to think, i was once the type to PURCHASE CDs FROM RECORD STORES. i was the feckless "audiophile" so that i would have claimed a preference for the perennially enshrined vinyl, although a passing inspection of my RECORD COLLECTION of that day and to this day would reveil that infact i owned a paldry set of jazz mega hits inherited from my mother and step father. what unique "finds' i had limited to a rodney dangerfield album which apperantly was mastered wrong, changing speeds at hard to predict intervals, and a couple of singles by country rock band freakwater (a fine ensemble, actually).
so after finding this embarassing artifact what did i do? well the only natural course of action was, with as little irony as i could muster (why make a mockery of my former selves? are these not as good candidates as any to perform in this prepetual game of becoming?), to listen to matt good's "underdogs" and lift weights, paw through the remaining flotsome of what seems like other people's lives.
as i did this i felt very right and secure in thinking the act of buying music like my youthful compulsion to drink copius amounts of ovaltine, that is not an especially dangerous habit but one certainly to be out grown. the majority of these cds entered my life AFTER THE INTERNET so the economic (and political) act was already nearing a state of total anachronism. having recently spent a good eening drinking much wine with my psychologically minded aunt in calgary i begin to look for motives, was it simply fad (cf. subculture identification)? was i a fancier of cover-art? was i afraid of low bit rate "rips" of my favorite bands?
really i don't remember. it was probably the pointless backwaters of ego that have caused me to insist until recently that i am nearly illiterate (i infact am not only literate but also a good speller).