Sunday, January 29, 2006
I Want To Be A Fugitive From An I-Tunes Chain Gang
I am just losing this battle completely. Ever since I announced to Portia a couple of weeks ago that I would share my jazz collection with her via the fascist I-tunes program , I have been sinking my elbows into the depths of my collection. Where the hell did all this stuff come from? Seriously, I went from 1300 I-pod songs last weekend to almost 2500 as of this writing. Oh, it ain't all jazz, believe me. I have got blues coming out the ying-yang. How? Damned if I know. "Little Smokey" Smothers stuck a CD in my hand somewhere along the line and it stuck to the collection ( and a good thing too). NRBQ is rubbing shoulders with T-Bone Walker and Jerry Lee Lewis has taken a bead on Charlotte Church. I've got Buddy Holly singing "Oh Boy" while I am typing this and there's only more to follow. Where to stop? I've loaded enough reggae, zydeco, and "world" music to completely smoke every Willie Nelson braid from here to Davos, and enough swing to cause a major zoot-suit riot at the Mall of America.
But how did it ever get to this? Where's the freakin' Stones and Charlie Christian? Where's Gil Scott Heron and Rassan Roland Kirk? Where's Rickie Lee Jones? Where's Eric Dolphy? Where's Ethel Waters? WHERE'S MY DAMNED RECORDS? You know, the black things with the hole in the middle and the scratches. Everything I've got now is on CD, but now that I've mined the collection I realize that I'm missing damned near everything.
I hope the kids find funding for college...soon.
Posted by spd rdr at 6:42 PM