I spent yesterday at my mom's house, celebrating my sister's 14th birthday. Uncles and aunts and cousins are scattered around the house, laughing and eating and shouting at the television screen as if someone is just going to die if the Celtics don't win this game. See me and my sister sitting side by side, somehow apart from it all: She's absolutely engrossed in Weird N.J., Vol.1 (I'm very proud of her), and I'm similarly rapt by Acoustic Sounds' "Under the Radar" list.
Man, this damn vinyl thing. It is changing my life. I had never been one to do much online shopping, but, all of a sudden, I've got accounts to all sorts of online stores, I'm receiving newsletters left and right, I'm winning auctions on eBay. It's crazy. I spent my sister's entire birthday party, lost in the glow of the computer screen, browsing titles, creating this thing called a "Wish List."
Did you know about this stuff? You get to create a list. Of things you want! It's like Christmas in spring, Christmas in summer, Christmas all year round. It's like I'm getting married, but without all the planning and arguments. Nothing but the gifts. Who cares if there's no Santa to bring me the LPs on my list? Creating a Wish List is like taking a cold shower or making a trip to the methadone clinic; it eases the edge, man.
There are currently 69 great records in your Wish List. For a total of: $1171.75. Wouldn't it be nice? A part of me thinks it would be nice if I could just click "Buy Now!" and, in the blink of an eye and with one easy e-mail confirmation, I'd have all my wishes come true. But I suppose I can settle for one wish at a time, made over the course of an entire life.















