New chapter in the MAM blog. I have a milestone approaching. I’m about to become a woman of a certain age with a zero behind it. On Christmas.
Today Johnny Goudie, the Cuban-American music phenom who brings you the incomparable podcast "How Did I Get Here?" posted an Esquire article about music. It’s worthless. We don’t have to pay for it anymore. Musicians don’t make enough to buy mayonnaise much less a mansion.
Help me help myself. No, help me help musicians. I want music for my birthday. Want to know what to get me for my birthday? Music. Tune into the blog between now and Christmas and I’ll drop you a major hint about what I want for my birthday. Please give me a CD for my birthday. Now I’m begging.
Some of these CDs I’ll be asking for in upcoming blog entries are ones I used to have. Some of the CDs I want will replace albums my parents sold at yard sales so they could pay for my college education (back when proceeds from an album could pay a tuition bill). Sob. Some will replace music I gave to friends.
Please send me a CD. Don’t worry if someone else sends a duplicate. I’ll put it into the hands of a friend who also needs music. These CDs will not go to waste, I assure you.
Some of my requests will make you scratch your head. She wants that? I can already hear Dan Ardia saying, “That’s derivative crap!” Well, yes, Dan, some of it is, but it’s all about the acoustic memory on the MAM blog. I’m taking a trip back in time.
Today I’m sitting on the bus in my acoustic memory. In real time I was in CVS buying riboflavin for migraine prophylaxis (at a certain age, prophylaxis is required for less and less) and I heard this song from the 1980s. Takes me back to a yellow school bus with a stereo. The Centre soccer team was traveling to play a team from Eastern Kentucky. Those mountain women put bruises on our shins, and Joe Jackson slipped angst into our hearts. Yes, I want Joe Jackson Night and Day. Thank you, CVS for my acoustic memory.
And while you’re making all my dreams come true, shop at CVS. It’s in my retirement portfolio.
We are young but getting old before our time/
We’ll leave the TV and the radio aside/
Don’t you wonder what we’ll find/
Steppin out tonight?
Joe Jackson
