I don’t know if you remember, but a few months ago, I headed out to Vertigo in order to attempt the rebuilding of my precious vinyl collection.
It’s ridiculous how music builds up — you just have so much of it that you forget exactly who or what you have. Especially with iTunes nowadays – I tend to be that asshole that just puts my collection on shuffle and hit play. A certain song comes on and I’m all…
Holy fuckballs, I forgot I even had this song/album/artist.
I actually ventured out to an estate sale the other day, and was sucked into a box of old vinyls.
FOUND. A copy of The Who – Tommy, for 50 cents. Sold, and sold.
The woman who sold it to me started talking music with me. First it was the “you’re too young to listen to the Who,” then it was the “It’s so good that young people respect how music should be,” and it ended with “Why don’t you take this Beatles 45 of ‘Twist and Shout’ because you like the Beatles and we both know it’s too scratched to play anyway.”
I want to be this woman when I’m old. She told me about how when she got married, all she and her husband could afford was a reception in the church hall with a record player. When she and her husband danced their first dance to Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,” the record stopped working, and her husband sang to her for the rest of the song.
That’s fucking adorable.
But the best thing she said was this:
Think about all that music you had. Can you remember it all? No. Probably not. And it’s not about the record, or the CDs, or the way you kids have your music now. It’s about the music. It’s about the impact it had on you. And if you can think of any song that did that, that’s all you need.
Therefore, in no particular order, these are the albums that have made an impact on me.
1. The Beatles – Let it Be
The first Beatles record and CD that I ever owned, both purchased by my father. I came home one day singing a Catholic school redone version of Yellow Submarine, and he decided that I needed to know who the Beatles really were. Absolutely the reason that I fell in love with the Beatles from a young age.
2. Jack’s Mannequin – Everything in Transit
I worked at American Eagle for a fateful holiday season my freshman year of college and “The Mixed Tape” was on repeat on the store’s playlist. I have a recording of me trying to perform “Dark Blue” on both piano and guitar. “MFEO” was my theme song for those self discovery confused years. And I still listen to “Bruised” everytime I get moody and have to lie on the floor listening to music.
3. James Taylor – Greatest Hits
Back when CDs first came out, one of my parents bought James Taylor’s Greatest Hits, put it into our new car’s new CD player, and then basically just left it there for the next ten years or so. I’m originally from St. Louis, but when I was two, we moved to Michigan, and proceeded to drive, not fly to St. Louis for holidays and vacations. 8 hour drive each way, with the whole family singing Sweet Baby James.
Deep greens and blues are still the colors I choose.
4. Matt Nathanson – Beneath these Fireworks
202 and I stumbled upon Matt Nathanson thanks to one of those download programs that were so freaking popular in college. I’ve never loved a CD so much. In the front of every journal I kept since college, are the words “all moved up and all moved on.” Plus, he’s the artist that I’ve seen the most in concert and then there was that I time I sang with him. Matt Nathanson, you own part of me. Oh, and thanks again to Vertigo, for having all of his old CDs, which I bought for under $20 when I was 19.
This musical. If you’ve seen it, you understand. If you haven’t, why the hell not?! Oh, and if you didn’t know. Everyone deserves a chance to fly.
So, what are some albums that you keep with you? Leave them in the comments. I always like hunting down new music –obviously any and all suggestions are welcome. Even Rod Stewart. Because for serious, I love that forever young song.
- A Song Can Change Everything (yearigrewup.wordpress.com)
- Matt Nathanson Talks New Music, New Album & the 9:30 Club (947freshfm.cbslocal.com)
Good Morning, wordpress universe.
I’m actually a wealth of things that have gone down. But some of these happenings are boring, and others are territory I’m not sure I’m willing to go into (see Toast and the rules of readers of the blog.) Therefore. I give you a story to keep you interested in me.
I haven’t dated…really, ever. I went from boyfriend to boyfriend, and high school to college.
I get a call from an old friend. Do you remember him?
He invites me over. I have nothing to lose, and I miss my old friend. So I go.
We’re sitting in Blackbird’s bedroom. It’s a mess, and makes me nostalgic for his old dorm room we used to sit it. He has rickety old office chairs that we’re perched in. Mine is broken and keeps tilting backwards, until Blackbird pulls me over to him by my legs.
“We have been so much closer than this,” he tells me. “This is ridiculous.” He hooks my legs over his lap.
I realize for the first time how nervous I am to be there. Not because it’s Blackbird, and not because of how close his face his getting to mine, but because here I am, alone with a boy…
Blackbird is getting closer to me. I can feel it coming. I can feel the warmth of his breath.
“Hand that to me, would you?” He moves past me and I exhale, loudly. I turn, and realize he’s going for his guitar, which I hand over to him, blushing. He wasn’t going to kiss me.
“I think I remember how this goes,” he says, plucking at the strings. A few notes. A few chords. “Are you going to help me?” He asks me, smiling.
I’m having another flashback to that dorm room. He and I sitting on his loft bed. Him laying down with his guitar, head resting on my lap. I remember that he can’t really sing.
“Blackbird, singing in the dead of night,” my voice cracks. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly.”
Blackbird has stopped playing. He’s just watching me.
“All your life,” I continue. He’s getting closer again. “You were only waiting for this moment to-”
And then, Blackbird kissed me.