Next Stop...Make Out City
...the advent of digital stereos in new cars has taken all of the fun out of making mix CD’s. As I gaze into the growing clutter that is the remainder of my CD collection, I can start to get behind the idea of digital music storage. I love a wide swath of music. I am also a hoarder. I wouldn’t say that I live in the valley between two mountains of Peter Frampton bootlegs, but my collection never seems to get any smaller. For this reason alone, I am beginning to see the benefits of a 1 terabyte removable drive for music storage.
Still, I feel like making mixes for myself and especially others is going extinct. For myself, I used to pick random themes (all cover songs, favorite drummers, etc.) and come up with ridiculously long nonsensical names for them. For friends, I would retain the naming scheme. For women I was attempting to have swoon over me, it felt like a carefully crafted science experiment in the art of getting to Make-Out City.
Recently, I bought a new car. When I sat down for the test drive, the first words to exit my face breach were "Where is the CD player?", ushering in the exact moment I have crossed the threshold into "old man-dom". I was now a sneeze away from bitching about the lack of an 8-track player for my collection of Bad Company albums. But as I have been behind the wheel of this smartphone on wheels, I look at my mini-holodeck and wish I could jam a plastic disc inside. My piles of dust collecting CD's might beg to differ.
I think I need to take this as a sign. Perhaps, at least for now, my collecting days are over. I will always consume new or even new-old music (I recently decided I sort of like Molly Hatchet). But this red golf cart with heated seats I call my car is basically telling Mr. Rogers (that's me) that formless music type sounds are all that it will accept.
...bronies. I think I saw one yesterday. I know that I saw a guy not too far in either direction from my age looking at My Little Pony comic books. There are many things I am not particularly into that I sort of "get" in some way (furries....looking in your direction). Or, if nothing else, I think it happens to be hilarious enough that I actively endorse it (still with the furries). The whole My Little Pony fandom escapes me and admittedly, it creeps me out somewhat. I don't think I want to ask for an explanation.
...i saw Fates Warning live on Friday night. In short, they were brilliant. Technically sound, tight and the reason I should go to more live shows. For one of the openers, they had a band that confounded me. Overall, they didn't do anything overtly confusing. Instead, they embodied so many of the metal tropes that keep bands from settling into a parody. The twirling hair, the synchronized guitar moves, the uniformity of each member sporting the same t-shirt emblazoning the band logo...it took me right out of the moment every time. Which was somewhat too bad because underneath the things that nagged at me, they had some interesting musical ideas. They just kept getting washed away in a tide of silly antics that would make Dethklok blush. Jesus Christ I am old.
Read: Revival Volume 1: You're Among Friends
Watch: The Pete Holmes Show
Listen: Resurrection I Am Not
Still, I feel like making mixes for myself and especially others is going extinct. For myself, I used to pick random themes (all cover songs, favorite drummers, etc.) and come up with ridiculously long nonsensical names for them. For friends, I would retain the naming scheme. For women I was attempting to have swoon over me, it felt like a carefully crafted science experiment in the art of getting to Make-Out City.
Recently, I bought a new car. When I sat down for the test drive, the first words to exit my face breach were "Where is the CD player?", ushering in the exact moment I have crossed the threshold into "old man-dom". I was now a sneeze away from bitching about the lack of an 8-track player for my collection of Bad Company albums. But as I have been behind the wheel of this smartphone on wheels, I look at my mini-holodeck and wish I could jam a plastic disc inside. My piles of dust collecting CD's might beg to differ.
I think I need to take this as a sign. Perhaps, at least for now, my collecting days are over. I will always consume new or even new-old music (I recently decided I sort of like Molly Hatchet). But this red golf cart with heated seats I call my car is basically telling Mr. Rogers (that's me) that formless music type sounds are all that it will accept.
...bronies. I think I saw one yesterday. I know that I saw a guy not too far in either direction from my age looking at My Little Pony comic books. There are many things I am not particularly into that I sort of "get" in some way (furries....looking in your direction). Or, if nothing else, I think it happens to be hilarious enough that I actively endorse it (still with the furries). The whole My Little Pony fandom escapes me and admittedly, it creeps me out somewhat. I don't think I want to ask for an explanation.
...i saw Fates Warning live on Friday night. In short, they were brilliant. Technically sound, tight and the reason I should go to more live shows. For one of the openers, they had a band that confounded me. Overall, they didn't do anything overtly confusing. Instead, they embodied so many of the metal tropes that keep bands from settling into a parody. The twirling hair, the synchronized guitar moves, the uniformity of each member sporting the same t-shirt emblazoning the band logo...it took me right out of the moment every time. Which was somewhat too bad because underneath the things that nagged at me, they had some interesting musical ideas. They just kept getting washed away in a tide of silly antics that would make Dethklok blush. Jesus Christ I am old.
Read: Revival Volume 1: You're Among Friends
Watch: The Pete Holmes Show
Listen: Resurrection I Am Not
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