We are defined by the things in our lives. Do not confuse “defined” with “owned by” – this is not a rumble about materialism or the depravity of consumerism. Whether we knowingly signed the contract with the things in our lives or not, they are how we are portrayed to the rest of the world as we connect the alphanumeric dots of our day-to-day lives. Whether you, in particular, are concerned with your thing-defined identity is irrelevant because the world is watching and, unfortunately for us all, you are the minority.
Follow me on Twitter to receive links to essential vinyl available online. I’ll post links to essentials, curiosities and new recommendations as they occur to me. If you weren’t following me yesterday, for example, you missed my promotion of Belong,
the new album from The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. It’s on heavy rotation at the moment and needed a plug.
Today, on the other hand, I stumbled across a listing for the Vision Quest Soundtrack on Lisa Sumner’s Rare Vinyl shop on Etsy (to which I can’t seem to link textually… odd. Anyway go here for a great assortment of used vinyl with reasonable shipping costs: http://www.etsy.com/shop/rarevinyl?ga_search_query=rarevinyl&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade). And while the soundtrack is jam packed with quality 80’s acts like Madonna, Dio, Foreigner, Journey and Don Henley (which is reason enough for purchase), I made the recommendation because, well, you can’t have too many record sleeves featuring Linda Fiorentino (or Matthew Modine, really).
The point of this entry is that you should follow me on Twitter because you might find some gems and on the other hand, you might not. But is one really all that much more enjoyable than the other?
Epic playlist to follow.
Music and movies have always been colored tabs on manila folders containing collections of moments and memories. Music recalls mental states better than any specific memory. I was listening to the Beastie Boys’ The In Sound From Way Out! when I misunderstood a three-way stop and crumpled the bumper on my Jeep (and totaled a Dodge Neon). The Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) came out a few weeks before a trip to Florida with my parents. Sitting on my suitcase outside a Hertz rental car at the Orlando airport, that CD provided the soundtrack for not only that vacation but the entire year that followed. I discovered the eccentricities and depth of Jazz music my junior year in college. I stayed up one night barely reading, barely studying for a Film Theory final because Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers demanded more attention than I could offer my studies.