Its good to share.

Discovered a deadly blog last week, Jennifer Alice in Wonderland, and it’s just as well because all my regular blogs are dropping like flies. Clamnuts has defected to twitter, uiscebot has fucked off altogether and so has meadow by the looks of it.

Lazy bastards, selfish too.  Do they give a moments consideration to all the extra pointyclicky I’ll have to do now in my search for a dacent two-minute distraction? and  I’ve nearly finished the internet now, what’ll I read when I get to the end?

And another thing, c’mere an I’ll tell ya, I got a knock on the door yesterday morn and it was my ridiculously unfriendly postman with a delivery. He was there with a huge full bag of post sitting in the oversized bike basket and what was clearly a cardboard covered vinyl record flat underneath it.
And did he lift the bag out of the basket to get the record underneath? did he fuck, he grabbed the  record with one poxy gorilla-pig hand and started jerking and twisting at it.

FRAGILE was stamped all over the cardboard  in un-missable red block letters, but literacy obviously isn’t his strong suit. I jumped in, trying not to be outright offensive because I’m Irish and hardwired into a mode of stupidity that prevents me offending offensive people, and said here thats fragile , I’ll lift that bag off it.

So it turned out that my record was actually in the bag and the recently abused one belonged to some other poor bastard.

But that dosen’t change the fact that Postie knocked on my door so I could witness him pulverising my stuff. Why couldn’t he wreck it first and then knock? And once I was there why didn’t he think  “jaysus, I’d better not smash everything here to bits like I usually do because this guy is standing right here looking right at me” ?
Auld cranky headcase, and now record wrecker. I’m keeping an eye on him.

The record was the new Black Dog album, I don’t really know what its like because its an ambienty affair and the house at the moment is just not suited to calm listening experiences; the child seems to like driving techno and silence, and not much in-between.

But aside from the music there’s loads to love about it. This is why I love vinyl.
Three big lovely shiny black discs in a  square foot of artwork, hand numbered; 343 out of 353, and that’s all that were pressed in the whole wide world. Its heavy, its a real thing, you can feel the quality, its hard to imagine shite music on vinyl. Although obviously there’s tons of shite music released on vinyl, which is a shocking waste.

I’ll get to hear it properly this weekend though, and so will everybody else on my street. See the ladies are away for the weekend and I haven’t cranked up the stereo in a bit. Apparently its good to exercise  an amp and speakers occasionaly. apparently. My stereo is a 170watt amplifier driving speakers with 15inch bass cones. Its good to share.

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    September 21, 2014 at 6:25 am | Permalink

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