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June 28, 2005

Better than Botox

This weekend Andy signed us up for Yahoo! Music and it's become my new obsession. Basically we've set up the computer in the living room, hooked to the stereo, and can access all of Yahoo's music with a click of the mouse.

I have used it mostly for "good" purposes. I have been expanding my horizons: right now I'm checking out my brother Christopher's most recent favorite: The Mars Volta (which has potential ... if I'm looking for something darker than I normally listen to) and have checked out Dar Williams, who, despite the constant plugging by Alison, pjm, and Becky, I had actually never heard before. Me gusta. I have been breakfasting with Miles Davis in the morning, and jazz isn't something I usually seek out. And although I'm familiar with some of Pete Yorn I'd wanted to give him a good sit down, which I did on Sunday. Plus, I've been revisiting some great stuff that I haven't listened to in years - namely that "second side" (what an outdated term!) of The Joshua Tree. I've gone through three of those CDs and one seriously worn tape over the past two decades and currently have no Joshua Tree. I haven't had one in years. On Saturday night I just lay on the floor in the dark listening to the last half of that CD and had the same feeling I had when I listened to it at 16 - like I wanted to be completely surrounded by it to the exclusion of everything else.

BUT ... the service has an evil side. I mean, seriously - Glen Campbell!? (I had to hear Rhinestone Cowboy and Galveston. I'm sorry.) And then ... John Denver?! Thank GOD I'M A COUNTRY BOY! A little Gordon Lightfoot (actually that was pretty good - Sundown, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.) And then, this morning, I stretched and lifted weights to The Captain and Tennille! I was almost late for work I couldn't turn it off! Muskrat Love, Love Will Keep Us Together, You Better Shop Around ...

Oh it's all so ugly. At the same time, all this stuff takes me right back to being a kid. I'm seven again! (Or younger - Rhinestone Cowboy was my very first favorite song ever. I remember my grandfather and aunts and uncles at one particular family Christmas - probably '75 - asking me what my favorite song was and that being my answer. It was probably one of those cute things that my mom prompted everyone to ask me.) Going through my parents' records was one of my favorite pastimes. I remember the Roberta Flack album cover that had a 3-D type baby grand piano that I accidentally tore because I thought it was a pop-up with something behind it. I also remember the Some Girls cover, with the record sleeve that had pictures that lined up with cutouts of women's heads on the cover so that, when the sleeve was all the way in the cover, Mick and Keith and the boys all looked like they had women's hairdos.

I'm going to have to listen to that Gordon Lightfoot again, but not before I check out something new - maybe Bloc Party? They're coming to ACL Fest this year. My friends Megan and Heather have suggested that there *is* help for this addiction. But I think I can get control of myself before something like The Carpenters happens. (oops. forgot. too late.)

Posted by jenandmats at June 28, 2005 7:18 PM

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If you start singing while we run tomorrow, I'm going to have to chuck you in the lake. Or trip you so that you have road rash as bad as mine.

Posted by: Heather at June 28, 2005 9:48 PM