It was going to happen sooner or later. Nostalgia is a cruel mistress ... she can dull the sharpest edges and over time can even soften the hardest of opinions. I found this in the dollar bin, and frankly at a dollar I was worried about what this would cost me. Not only from a monetary perspective, but my time, and more important, my credibility. Fourteen-year-old me was screaming, "Don't you dare. DON'T DO IT! Put it down. Walk away!" Then there was grey-bearded me holding it and looking at it, thinking, "How bad could it be? I actually kind of like 'Stayin' Alive,' and me buying this record won't bring disco back, and no one will have to know I bought this." I pulled the album out of the bin, and carefully took out the records. They'd seen better days, and there were a couple of decent scratches that would no doubt make their presence known later. The jacket was in decent condition, and both of the albums had the original sleeves. I dus...
A place where I just blather on about shit I either miss, or am excited about, or just found and want to share. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally don't know what I'm talking about, but sometimes I do. This generally reads like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the images ... mostly it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget