It seems like forever ago that I became interested in Santogold's music. In fact, however, it's only been four months. What made that time so hard to stand was that I couldn't listen to her music as much as I wanted to, in the way that I wanted to. Sure, I could listen online. And I did. But that wasn't enough.
Her self-titled debut album wasn't available on vinyl until this week. I bought it. Finally.
Finally.
For these past four months, I'd walk into record shops, browse the bins, flip through titles, always with Santogold in the back of my mind. You don't know how many times I held the little, plastic compact disc in my anxious hands. Virgin had it on sale for ten bucks. I had a coupon for five dollars off.
Still couldn't do it.
I'm glad I waited. Like some chaste romantic, I'm glad I waited. Because now I have the real thing. And I would have been pissed with myself had I offered that five dollars toward anything less.
