My friend Erin came over Wednesday night (Thank you Erin!) to help me finish the busy list over a few glasses of wine. The final bookings of the train tickets, the itinerary plan, the travel insurance- all of those last minute things that can feel overwhelming and drive one cray cray. Today is laundry, packing plan day (off the list and into the tangible), and nursing the stupid cold that my system has decided to battle at this moment. It's the last day of getting up at a ridiculous hour to teach a summer music program, and I have a few bags of papers to sort through before leaving. I am glad for Top Chef. It is a good accompaniment for such late night tasks. Everything is "delicious", "fantastic," "stunning"...it cracks me up.
The Kate Bush concert that I am going to is 2 weeks from today. Her record, "The Dreaming" I am reading was considered an industry flop. As a teenager I worked part-time in a small local record store on Long Island. Murray, who named the store after his two kids, was a middle aged guy whose pants' legs dragged on the floor and smoked a pipe all day, was extremely knowledgable about music. This was the 80s. And we are talking RECORD store. No CDs. I was handed a check for $90 each Friday at 5pm. I was still in school and living with my dad and brothers. Not paying rent yet, I endorsed the check each week and handed it right back to Murray and shopped. My record collection grew and grew that year. I became obsessed with records. I color coded my records with little stickers to match my 3 styluses for the different conditions of the records: new; limited edition collector items and Japanese pressings; and used records. I would not ruin a good stylus with a scratched up garage store used record any more than I would put a worn out stylus on a mint condition records.
One copy of "The Dreaming" came in to the store. I was not aware of Kate Bush. I was intrigued by the cover. I took it home, placed it on my turntable and my head exploded. The record opens with instruments and sounds I had never heard, and this strange voice grunting and gasping shocked and excited me. Classic Kate Bush style of shameless expression. The Dreaming. Enjoy!
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The entire record can be heard HERE. But I prefer to listen to my Japanese vinyl pressing.
The Kate Bush concert that I am going to is 2 weeks from today. Her record, "The Dreaming" I am reading was considered an industry flop. As a teenager I worked part-time in a small local record store on Long Island. Murray, who named the store after his two kids, was a middle aged guy whose pants' legs dragged on the floor and smoked a pipe all day, was extremely knowledgable about music. This was the 80s. And we are talking RECORD store. No CDs. I was handed a check for $90 each Friday at 5pm. I was still in school and living with my dad and brothers. Not paying rent yet, I endorsed the check each week and handed it right back to Murray and shopped. My record collection grew and grew that year. I became obsessed with records. I color coded my records with little stickers to match my 3 styluses for the different conditions of the records: new; limited edition collector items and Japanese pressings; and used records. I would not ruin a good stylus with a scratched up garage store used record any more than I would put a worn out stylus on a mint condition records.
One copy of "The Dreaming" came in to the store. I was not aware of Kate Bush. I was intrigued by the cover. I took it home, placed it on my turntable and my head exploded. The record opens with instruments and sounds I had never heard, and this strange voice grunting and gasping shocked and excited me. Classic Kate Bush style of shameless expression. The Dreaming. Enjoy!
AND
The entire record can be heard HERE. But I prefer to listen to my Japanese vinyl pressing.
