raybear | Memories don't live like people do.

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.