Published on
January 26, 2006 in
music.
I finally broke in my new mixer last night with the latest version of Record Jumble, comprised exclusively of the records I picked up in NYC earlier this month (with the exception of a Gossip 12" that was laying around that I hadn’t listened to yet). I’m still getting used to all of the controls on this thing, and made plenty of audible mistakes (including having the output on mono for nearly 35 minutes and having the xfader set too sensitive). I also messed around with the effects loop it allows… getting a little out of hand and living up to the phonograph disaster name with some of the echo/delay, um, experimentation. Sorry for all of the overdriven parts.
It was actually really fun to only have a stack of 15 records to pull from, but part of that was due to the fact that they were already somewhat related since I bought them in a burst. I should use that approach more often. Also notable is the fact that I had 3 simultaneous confirmed listeners, which is a new high score.
Anyway, if you’ve got an hour and 15 minutes, I give you: Record Jumble 012506.
So, Sam and I were discussing our digital and analog music collections, like always, and I decided to see what happened if I uploaded photos of the spines of all my records. They were once organized by color, an arrangement that actually lasted a couple of years (see photo at right). Now, however, my extreme laziness dictates that they end up where they end up, crammed into an order that only archaeologists will understand.
I actually like the way that forces me and others to browse, and, thanks to the wonders of flickr pro, I guess that experience is now semi-webified, but without the satisfaction of hearing what you find. You can see all 25 cubes of my storage unit in this flickr set. Sure, many of the images are a little blurry, this method doesn’t allow you to see what lives in the blank-spined sleeves, and you really have to click on "All Sizes" (above the image on each flickr page) to read even the ones that are legible, but… let’s see what happens. A list of possible fun results:
- Well, honestly, y’all can see my kick ass record collection without having to travel all the way to Austin (I know you were dying to do that)
- Find my second worst record (I know in my heart my worst is an unmarked house remix of "Crazy About Her" by Rod Stewart, but these images don’t make that one visible).
- Even though you can’t make notes on the large version of the images, maybe people will note and comment their favorite songs or albums, or the stories they’re reminded of
- Maybe you want to make me an outrageous offer on one of these records (though I’m pretty sure I’m not the selling kind)
- I don’t know what else… select mixes for your own personalized Record Jumble?
- Maybe everyone else will do this and I can do all of the above to someone else’s records, which I’m dying to do.
So, let’s see what happens. If y’all complain too much about the image quality, I may shoot some better ones; it took me way longer than I expected to get all 25 images cropped and accounted for, but if there’s anything I can do to make the above list easier. I guess if none of that happens, at least I have these photos for insurance purposes.
I read this line from Fortress Of Solitude today, and it made me feel ok about Carolina losing yesterday, but even better about the Rose Bowl, even though that’s not really what it’s about (but sorta is):
Football was an arrangement of failures, a proving how unlikely most things were.
It occurs during a passage where the main character is starting to learn that being honest about things that matter to him will only expose him as a fool, that since even being here is so unlikely one’d be stupid to count on, or even show an interest in, anything. I think. But I can’t think of a more true statement about the game, even though I was going off on the majesty of Lombardi’s “it’s all blocking and tackling” idea the other night at dinner. That one’s still good, too. Is this how football is the opposite of baseball?
Published on
January 10, 2006 in
austin.
Trei and I were only gone on our mancation for a couple of days, but I felt like I missed a lot in Austin while we were gone. Friday night, J played a show at Ego’s, the bar that’s attached to our apartment complex (and the crew came over for fun and games in between sets), and on Saturday Kelly made a big lasagna for herself, Aedan and Danielle. Luckily, she saved me leftovers for both.
When I came home from the airport, I saw that Friday night had been the kind of night where someone felt the need to write "Do it Roger, Do it!" (in reference to Roger Troutman) on the whiteboard and immediately felt the pang of a good time had without me. Later in the evening, after ruminating on what it all must have been like, I told Kelly I wished she’d left out all the records that got played rather than cleaning up for my return. Clearly she knows me too well; she had left the stack intact, realizing that to me, looking through them was basically as good as being there in the first place.
Then, for dinner I got a double helping of lasagna, which only gets better with age. Big up to Kelly for making me feel like I didn’t miss a thing.
Published on
January 5, 2006 in
austin.
You should have seen how stressed out Kelly was during the game. It was like the Bills were in the superbowl again or something. Except that they won. She kept repeating "I can’t believe my team finally won! I can’t believe my team finally won!"
So, naturally, we had to walk over to 6th street to live the dream with our fellow longhorn fans. A few photos.
Now I can relax for a couple of days before the Panthers play the Giants, which I’ll unfortunately have to watch surrounded by Giants fans in NYC.
