I rediscovered one of my favourite albums over the weekend, and I don't just mean 'I listened to it again'.
I found it. It was hiding behind a track listing, pretending to be another album by the same band, in one of my CD wallets, and I thought it had been stolen. Or at least, found and not handed in, which, when you're a taxi driver and the stuff is in your taxi, is nearly the same thing.
I refer you to the end of this post, where the words 'drinking will definitely be indulged in' make an appearance.
That was just over a year ago now. It was the night I celebrated getting this job with some of my friends from university. During that evening at Onanon, I spent God's own amount of money, mostly through the utterance of a few key phrases:
"Champagne for everyone!"
"Oooh! A girl selling tequila! Let's have some tequila as well!"
...and then, unbeknownst to me in my heavily inebriated state until the next morning, when I discovered the CDs in my coat pocket;
"I would like to buy these Beatles albums and this Booker T and the MGs CD please."
Damn the HMV in The Trocadero for after-11pm opening hours.
The arrival of these new CDs was vaguely karmic, as I realised almost as soon as I got back, that my bag had gone.
My Radio 1 Record bag; cheap and cheerful to begin with, and then used for about four times as long as it should have been -'loved' was not the word - 'tatty' and 'knackered' were closer to the word - it was resting on the floor of the taxi I had taken to Greenwich, and along with my wallet, and my dictaphone packed notes for the book...it had some CDs in.
And so, in the fullness of time, it dawned on me that I had lost one of my favourite albums with that bag.
But this weekend, putting together a massive bundle of music for Krissa, I found Liquid Skin by Gomez lurking, pretending to be Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline.
Naughty CD.
I had forgotten how kickass Rhythm and Blues Alibi is.
The other reason that this comes to mind now is that for some reason, greenhamster seems to think that the best way for me to try to blag my way into anything, anywhere, is to pretend to be a member of Gomez. Should I ever try, this is. I have only done this sort of thing, once, and successfully, in the Ministry Bar in Birmingham in 1999, when I gained access to the VIP area by pretending to be a member of one-hit-wonder group 'Gay Dad'.
Why he imagines me to be a 'Gomezzy kinda guy' is beyond me, but after listening to Liquid Skin non-stop over the weekend, I am in the mood to give it a go on Friday night, when, on my way back to the Island, Senor Greenhamster and I will be going along to see Kosheen in Portsmouth.
Should anything need blagging, of course.
Unnecessary blagging is just desperation.
Ahem.
Should you try and pretend to be a member of Gomez, *supresses the urge to laugh*, remember they're from Southport, same place as ME!
So all I have to do to sound like I come from Southport is to raise my voice a bit and say, 'Lovely lovely!' all the time?
Shouldn't you be sunbathing or something?
Sheeeeesh.
;-)
...or at least searching for the mythical backpacker utopia, hidden on an island off the coast packed with gun-toting mad drug growers and hippies, and known only as 'The Beach'.
For God's sake woman, you're on holiday, do something other than look at the interweb.
Yes... I always enjoy a bit of sunbathing AT NIGHT, I find there's less chance of sunburn.
*looks at watch*
Ah yes.
Naturally.
Very sensible.
Ahem.
I found my missing Euphoria 4 Disc 1 the other day.
I was looking behind the sofa and saw it in a knackered old CD player. And now I need to find a suitable power lead in order to retrieve it.
If I can be bothered.
christ, i have a lot to learn. like, what the hell does "blagging" mean? is that, like, blog-shagging?
How ironic that I seem to have misplaced my copy of Pascal Opispo's Soledad, possibly my favorite album. Maybe it got shuffled in with your stuff?
K - blagging is...well, that is to say...it's oh hang on...
Right, well, according to a soon-to-be published entry over at UrbanDictionary.com;
'To blag' means to gain, usually entrance to an otherwise restricted area or some material gain, through confidence trickery or cheek. Lying is also incorporated under the banner of blagging, but only in the pursuit of a set aim.
Example: I blagged my way into the VIP area.
I blagged some vinyl off the record label.
Damn you Stuart. I just made an idiot of myself yet again by laughing hysterically at my computer screen in a quiet room. Those nearby definitely think I have cracked.
Weird. I plucked that very album off the shelf last week and it's been keeping me going through long hours of work.