Aug 04, 2010 20:33
So. I got my Iggy Pop record, Lust for Life, in the mail today.
And I just found out.
Because I didn't hear the mailman. I was asleep.
And Melina says she didn't, but I'm pretty sure she's lying, because you can hear everything in her room.
This is a problem, you see. The high today was 100° (about 38° C).
I swear, if this record is warped, I'm going to murder somebody.
It is essentially my sister's fault anyway. I don't like ordering records; I like to go to the store and buy them (that way if anything happens, it's my own damn fault). But she got me an online gift certificate. I suppose I could've bought a CD, but that kind of defeats the purpose of asking for a gift certificate for a record store....
Well, anyway. I'm just bitching about things that are probably fine. We'll see how this baby sounds.
EDIT: It's totally fine. Sounds pretty great, actually.
vinyl,
and all that cal,
pointless,
pessimism,
records