Updated: Feb 27
I got a new record player for christmas. It's kind of a kitcshe piece that looks like an old Ford Mustang radio deck. No matter, it seems to fit my sense of style. Some kind of vintage desert roadtrip thing. Music on, windows down, warm dry air blowing past you on the road to who knows where. So now I have a cool hobby to occupy myself with during the pandemic. I love music, and I believe listening to full album compilations on a record is the way the artist intended you to hear it. That doesn't mean I don't fire up my bluetooth every now and then.
Being stuck inside all year got me thinking about the song "Apartment Story" by the National. I got this special edition live album made of clear vinyl and with super cool holographic album art. Not only is this album fantastic, but hearing it played in order live is a new treat. Crank up the volume, we've got a full tank to burn.
"Tired and wired, we ruin too easy.
Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave. Stay inside til somebody finds us, do whatever the TV tells us. Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz.
So worry not. All things are well.
We'll be alright. We have our looks.
And our perfume on."
What's a record player without some OG vinyl classics? Along with a few newer special editions, I picked up 'The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan', Springsteen's 'Born to Run' and 'Rumours' by Fleetwood. I snagged Neil Young's Harvest and On The Beach the latter of which was a gift from my cousin a christmas ago. I still need to find some Van Morrison and the Eagles to round out my classic favs. Oh. And I have Led Zeppelin IV.