Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Doesn't it look delicious?


moled at 4/10/2006 09:08:00 PM



There is a record store in the esplanade. It's nothing like what people from the sixties had or what you see in movies, the rather old-looking, authentic, neighbourhood corner store that teenagers and adults go to pore over the collection and pay in coins after school or during the weekends then tingle with excitement over their new record and bring it home, put it on the record player, lightly place the needle on the slowly spinning record and then scrutinise the big square album cover while the music that saves them plays. Maybe just my fantasy. Anyway I went there yesterday (after being a little scared of the owner) after watching almost famous for the third time. It's wonderful, even though it's quite a high-class place and the records can be expensive and it's not like the sixties seventies eighties corner shop (like in high fidelity!!!!) but it's something. The owner is a tall skinny man with long brown dyed messy unstyled hair and the way he always sits behind the counter then look out when someone walks past vaguely reminds me of yoko ono looking like a pathetic beggar. He's very patient and he has the time. I asked him about record players and the difference in the sound between a record and cd. He said that records are more authentic, and he says, human. When you play it loud, the sound is not 'hard' like cds because the tone is better, then he asked me if I wanted to hear anything on the record. I said yes and he carefully chose....Stayin' Alive (soundtrack to the movie!) Funny. Bee Gees. The sound was great. It was like being surrounded by the sound in the room, like a 'live' feeling. It was done. From now on, I'm going to save money to buy a record player and records, even of those cds I already have. The day when I have a record player and I can put on blood on the tracks or abbey road.....that'll be the day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


moled at 4/10/2006 08:11:00 PM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.

HELLO, STRANGER! Zach Braff