Coming home after all these months has me rummaging through my old things, trying to find little trinkets to bring back with me to my apartment. In many instances I’ve failed to find these little joys and just gotten depressed about it. For instance, I can’t find the Obi-Wan Kenobi action figure my friend gave me after he swindled it off of a Christian Youth Group handing out goodie bags to the impoverished children down the street (I ended up bringing that action figure with me as a window sill charm through all my past apartments and dorms, but now I can’t seem to find it in all this rubble). I can’t find one of my Moleskine journals I kept when I was about 17 (it has this really detailed account of my 18th birthday, where I spent it watching New Found Glory and ultimately lost my voice for a few days from screaming the lyrics of “Glory of Love” and “My Heart Will Go On”). Also, I was looking to bring back at least some geek-related DVDs I got stashed around here, but most of them are just empty jewel cases and I have no idea where the actual CDs have gone. Though this time has given me the opportunity to browse through my collection of vinyl records. I don’t have a lot but I think the ones I do own are pretty great. I mean, Hendrix and Chicago? The Ventures? I even bought a few movie soundtracks that came out more recently, and a couple newer artists that I think sound better on vinyl. Quentin Tarantino Soundtracks, I deem, are meant to be heard on record form. The Pipettes, Me First & the Gimmie Gimmies, Duffy- those three, I will continue to buy the stuff on vinyl. Sounds better. I try not to be pretencious about those three, but I also buy their CDs as well to listen to in the car (only Elvis could pull of the record player car deck). My casette deck (which has a record player on top of it) is great. I’ve used it to make mix tapes the old fashioned way, vinyl to casette. At one point I made mixtapes to correspond with a certain parts of my life- whether it was a soundtrack for a span of days, or years. I was inspired by reading an article about Cameron Crowe, and how he used to do it growing up. This was about the time Almost Famous came out. I was amazed that he still had all those tapes, neatly labeled to correspond to eras, to which he said he could listen to and know exactly what was going on with his life at that time. That’s beautiful. I can’t seem to find any of my tapes though.

Coming home after all these months has me rummaging through my old things, trying to find little trinkets to bring back with me to my apartment. In many instances I’ve failed to find these little joys and just gotten depressed about it. For instance, I can’t find the Obi-Wan Kenobi action figure my friend gave me after he swindled it off of a Christian Youth Group handing out goodie bags to the impoverished children down the street (I ended up bringing that action figure with me as a window sill charm through all my past apartments and dorms, but now I can’t seem to find it in all this rubble). I can’t find one of my Moleskine journals I kept when I was about 17 (it has this really detailed account of my 18th birthday, where I spent it watching New Found Glory and ultimately lost my voice for a few days from screaming the lyrics of “Glory of Love” and “My Heart Will Go On”). Also, I was looking to bring back at least some geek-related DVDs I got stashed around here, but most of them are just empty jewel cases and I have no idea where the actual CDs have gone.

Though this time has given me the opportunity to browse through my collection of vinyl records. I don’t have a lot but I think the ones I do own are pretty great. I mean, Hendrix and Chicago? The Ventures? I even bought a few movie soundtracks that came out more recently, and a couple newer artists that I think sound better on vinyl. Quentin Tarantino Soundtracks, I deem, are meant to be heard on record form. The Pipettes, Me First & the Gimmie Gimmies, Duffy- those three, I will continue to buy the stuff on vinyl. Sounds better. I try not to be pretencious about those three, but I also buy their CDs as well to listen to in the car (only Elvis could pull of the record player car deck).

My casette deck (which has a record player on top of it) is great. I’ve used it to make mix tapes the old fashioned way, vinyl to casette. At one point I made mixtapes to correspond with a certain parts of my life- whether it was a soundtrack for a span of days, or years. I was inspired by reading an article about Cameron Crowe, and how he used to do it growing up. This was about the time Almost Famous came out. I was amazed that he still had all those tapes, neatly labeled to correspond to eras, to which he said he could listen to and know exactly what was going on with his life at that time. That’s beautiful. I can’t seem to find any of my tapes though.