The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
I am an incredibly irrational, sometimes flat-out stupid person bordering on madness who is prone to doing things I will inevitably regret, such as trading in cds I should keep. I have to trade in cds at least a few times a year for the simple fact that it affords me the pleasure of buying new music (for some reason, I never trade vinyl, simply because cds feel more disposable and easier to reclaim at some point). However, I have a habit of grabbing stacks of cds in either a fit of rage or complete carelessness and taking them to the trade in counter at Amoeba. For example, I got so sick of "Common People" by Pulp that I traded in the entire
Different Class disc just so that there was no way anybody could ever successfully request it at one of my gigs. My complete irritation over one song, caused by the fact that I played it so many times and not because it was an inferior piece of music (because it is, quite possibly, one of the best songs created during the course of the 1990s), led me to purge an incredible album from my collection. Now my copy of Lush's
Lovelife is missing and I have this sick feeling that I traded that in as well and I want to play "Ciao!" so badly on Thursday night that I can hear Miki and Jarvis going at it as I try to comb my room in a fruitless search. Meanwhile, I still maintain an enormous pile of garbage, including remix vinyl that is so tranced-out I would never play it and promotional hardcore discs that date back to the late-1990s.
I think I am going to have to figure out how to use ITunes.