Memories don't live like people do.

[raybear]

Approximately two years ago in a fit of....something, I joined Columbia House. Both the music club and the DVD club. I mean, I'm sort of half-heartedly opposed to these things anyway because of the way the commodify the product, so I don't know why I got sucked in other than perhaps just wanting to receive 10 CD's all at once in an effort to make it feel like xmas morning. I've bought a couple CD's since then to fulfill the minimum requirement, mostly during the "buy 1 get 3 free" sales, which is what they did last month, so I got four albums delivered yesterday and I need to buy one more at regular price before January, otherwise I just get charged anyway, so I might as well get an album out of the deal.

One of the albums delivered yesterday was Everything But The Girl's Tempermental, which I bought the week it came out back in 1999 and listened to it so damn much it broke. Seriously. The disc has these star-shaped cracks on the underside, like those marks on a car windshield that happen after a rock hits you on the highway. I've been without this album for well over a year. Last night I popped it in the stereo while making grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

It's sort of weird to dance and cry at the same time. Well, I didn't really cry as much as I just felt a bit misty-eyed. I associate the album with thebrownhornet a good bit, not because the songs make me think of him specifically but more that we both have intense similar connections to the album. Which is probably why I called him last night to chat even though I just saw him on Saturday and I'm seeing him again on Thanksgiving day.

Now I'm at work and I'm listening to another new CD -- Ultimate Dolly Parton. Maybe that explains why I've exchanged a million comments with mintwaster this morning before it was barely 10 am.

Comments

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

mmm. temperamental.

got your message, was at concert, have day from hell, call me sometime in the middle? or i'll try you.

xoxo.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Ultimate Dolly Parton.

I seriously get misty eyed and tightness of the chest whenever she's around. They other day (pre-TiVo) I caught the last few minutes of So Graham Norton and she was his guest and she didn't really speak. He has this stuffed bear phone that, when you put it on speakerphone, the mouth moves like its talking. So he had a "girl" one with a cowboy hat on and a "boy" on with a beard and cowboy hat that he called the Kenny Rogers bear. So on the Dolly bear, he called a Dolly impersonator, and on the Kenny phone, he called a Kenny impersonator. And they sang "Islands in the Stream" and it was just these two scary looking bears, mouths randomly opening and closing. And then Dolly started to harmonize.

And I was filled with love for mankind. I'm not kidding. At that moment, I loved life and I loved Dolly.

At that moment, I loved life and I loved Dolly.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

That's cause you're a big baby.

Re: At that moment, I loved life and I loved Dolly.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

Hahaha...

You don't forget anything, do you?

Re: At that moment, I loved life and I loved Dolly.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Usually not the stuff that cracks me up.

[thebrownhornet.livejournal.com]

And I you, and I can honestly say that I listen to at least one Tempermental song at least once a week.

You've got me wanting to put on my clashing plaid pjs and walk to Walgreen's with you. Does Hecky's deliver to Chicago?