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This article touched me so http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2010/11/soulepapa-blogs-spinning-stories.html. I remember that Gram had one of these in the house in the living room. The only record I remember out of the huge stack that lived in that tall cabinet in the front hallway was Connie Francis. I also remember listing to records in Nana's basement: Sing Along With Mitch [Christmas]. And I think of dancing in the living room of my own house with my sister to some of Mom's records (Donna Summer, Barry Manilow and Michael Jackson being the most prevalent).
At one point I had a turntable of my own (when it was cool to call them turntables and not cool to call them record players). I spent time in Second Comings and In Your Ear collecting old new wave and punk vinyl and picking up 7" at local hardcore shows. Most of all I loved two: the bright blue 78 speed Bauhaus Bela Lugosi's Dead single and a glow in the dark Siouxsie (Rapture) album. It came out at Newbury Comics a month before it dropped to CD. I remember when I could find things on vinyl for much cheaper, and would hit up the used milk crates at Waltham Record Shop on Moody. I found a heavy metal compilation there that introduced me to some classics (more NWOBHM and Classic Rock than anything). I found a random benefit LP for the Aids Action Committee, Red Hot and Blue, all covers of Cole Porter songs.
At some point I scaled down, got practical, didn't listen anymore and lost the vinyl. I gave the turntable and the records away but I can't even remember to whom. I don't really miss them now at all, until I see one of those old console record players.
I got a haircut yesterday at my cousin's house, and as usual we caught up on the family news. She told me of a friend of hers who is apparently a medium, and who told her things about Gram. All of these things are kind of obvious old Italian lady things: short, floral dresses, wearing lots of aprons, storing things in a bible. She mentioned something additional that my cousin thought could perhaps pertain to me. I've been thinking about something for a very long time, getting frustrated that it hasn't come to fruition. Well according to my cousin, according to this medium, according to Gram I just need to be patient.
Either way, believing in medium's or this person's power or not, it was a nice story.
Gram, I think of you every day.
At one point I had a turntable of my own (when it was cool to call them turntables and not cool to call them record players). I spent time in Second Comings and In Your Ear collecting old new wave and punk vinyl and picking up 7" at local hardcore shows. Most of all I loved two: the bright blue 78 speed Bauhaus Bela Lugosi's Dead single and a glow in the dark Siouxsie (Rapture) album. It came out at Newbury Comics a month before it dropped to CD. I remember when I could find things on vinyl for much cheaper, and would hit up the used milk crates at Waltham Record Shop on Moody. I found a heavy metal compilation there that introduced me to some classics (more NWOBHM and Classic Rock than anything). I found a random benefit LP for the Aids Action Committee, Red Hot and Blue, all covers of Cole Porter songs.
At some point I scaled down, got practical, didn't listen anymore and lost the vinyl. I gave the turntable and the records away but I can't even remember to whom. I don't really miss them now at all, until I see one of those old console record players.
I got a haircut yesterday at my cousin's house, and as usual we caught up on the family news. She told me of a friend of hers who is apparently a medium, and who told her things about Gram. All of these things are kind of obvious old Italian lady things: short, floral dresses, wearing lots of aprons, storing things in a bible. She mentioned something additional that my cousin thought could perhaps pertain to me. I've been thinking about something for a very long time, getting frustrated that it hasn't come to fruition. Well according to my cousin, according to this medium, according to Gram I just need to be patient.
Either way, believing in medium's or this person's power or not, it was a nice story.
Gram, I think of you every day.
