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Next Live Show: 2nd Anniversary Show
May 19th, 2017 at 7pm
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Like a Kid in a Record Store
That's how that saying goes, right? Who am I kidding? I'm like a kid in a candy store, too. If you know me for any length of time, you see that if I get excited about something, I can go from serious to giddy faster than any German automotive technology can take you to 60. I'll chalk it up to being very, very serious and stoic as a kid. I started out very grown up. Have I mentioned that? Yeah, I wanted to have a serious job and a suit with an impressive tie. I was five years old. Thirty years later, and my idea of dressing up is tucking my plaid shirt into my jeans…
I was not hot on the idea of going out to Record Store Day this year. Each year, I feel a little bit less like going out and standing in line, or being jostled by other shoppers as I stand in one place to thoroughly browse. I'm not a big browser—in fact, there are only two places I do it: record stores and bookstores. Everywhere else, I get in and get out as quickly as humanly possible. Record Store Day, for all its charm and importance, takes away from my favorite component of the experience, which is leisurely flipping through records and CD's looking for those things that I've been seeking out for years, and finding things that I never even new existed, or that I'd given up on ever finding. I do make a point of going out to at least one record store on the day, because I dig the symbolism—it's just that I no longer buy into the necessity of being a part of the mob, because that's not part of my enjoyment of brick and mortar music stores. Also, I think the prices of the exclusives are most often ridiculous.
This year, though, there was one item that I very much wanted. I had to convince myself that I didn't really want it, because I was so determined not to join the morning horde, and I was convinced that there were enough other people who would want this item, and a limited enough availability that there was no chance in hell I'd find it when we ventured out later in the day. The item is a cassette (I know) containing three demos (I know) that were already available (I know) as part of the bonus offerings on the reissue of Paul McCartney's Flowers in the Dirt. I'm not a huge fan of McCartney's solo work, but Flowers in the Dirt is a great album, and the demos are part of the writing sessions of McCartney and Elvis Costello, and when it comes to Elvis Costello, to say I'm huge fan is a huge understatement.
Anyway, Janell and I went out to the Zia on Camelback in the early evening, and it wasn't there. No biggie, I told myself. I wanted to get the new offerings from Ray Davies and Robyn Hitchcock anyway, both of which they had, so it wasn't a wasted trip. Off we went. We were headed to The Newton for the Record Store Day after party hosted by Stinkweeds, which is practically across the street, and I'd forgotten to buy records sleeves at Zia which I needed, so off to Stinkweeds we go, and I look through what they've got left in the RSD exclusive section they have set up, but there's no McCartney/Costello cassette, but no biggie; I'm not expecting to find it. Then, there we are up at the checkout counter, and right in front of me is the last copy of the cassette. Is this available? Can I buy this? Yes. The cassette is mine, and now I can let on just how big a deal it is. I'm ridiculous. I paid $10.99 for a cassette containing three songs on it that I could have gotten on something that I'm much more likely to listen to regularly with a lot more songs for not much more money. Shut up. I don't care.
This week I talk to legendary poet David Chorlton. Next year, David will celebrate his 40th year in the Phoenix poetry scene. His new collection, Bird On A Wire, is available from Presa Press and davidchorlton.mysite.com. I highly recommend it. We have a long political discussion, which may be off-putting to some, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. The whole conversation was great. I got to hear a lot of stories I'd never heard before, and we cover a lot of ground.