January 2, 2007
You're my choice, baby!
On the way back from the Post Office this morning (closed because of Gerald Ford's passing?! Who knew?) I was thinking about another record that I really liked this year. The Destroyer lp, Destroyer's Rubies (or Rubies, I'm never sure) was listened to quite a whole lot at a critical juncture in my thesis show process. Also, the Boris record Pink dropped on my head unexpectedly, as did a copy of Lou Courtney's "Hey Joyce" which was the topmost 45 on a stack of Sesame Street christmas songs at the thrift store with no prices down the street. That sort of thing, the sort where the record is just waiting for you right there & it's the one (or one of the ones) you've been looking for & it costs, like, 50 cents, all that's missing is the rays of heavenly light, that sort of thing never happens to me. Most of the best 45s in my box were handed to me at any number of random shops in the Midwest by either Scott or Courtland ("you should get this"). Since one of those people sells tons of reggae lps from a shack in Hawaii these days & the other is back home in Chicago, raising little Opal right, I'm on my own. Smiles for miles people, smiles for miles.