Mr. Jimmy Page ❤
This Saturday was Record Store Day, my second year participating. I have to admit, I wasn’t as excited about it this year. Last year I went to two record stores in order to find the Misfits record that was being released. I stood in line for over an hour and a half at one location in nervous excitement and came away victorious. I buy records more frequently these days; supporting the local record stores isn’t a one-day-a-year thing for me, but dropping a lot of money on one or two records in a morning is out of the ordinary. However, there were a few I was interested in and I sucked it up and headed out.
Not early enough, apparently. I decided only to go to one store and when I arrived, a half hour before they opened, the line already snaked past two storefronts and into a parking lot.
It took 45 minutes to get to this point. The guy in front of me started trash talking Micro Center sometime around here and the guy behind me started pining after the idea of a woman interested in records. I put my headphones back in.
Things went faster once I got inside. There were things to look at. Like records.
Outside, unwilling to come away empty handed after all this time, I added to my shopping list a few things that were more likely to be in stock. Out of a list of six, two were available, but I’m happy.
I bought Ed a Dio/Killswitch Engage 7″ of Holy Diver and I snagged a Pink Floyd 7″. And a free tote bag.
Happy Record Store Day!
On Sunday we stopped in another record store we frequent. Ed snagged a Ringworm 7″ and I managed to get The White Stripes release of Elephant. Success! I’ll be standing in line there next year.
Catching up will have to wait a day as a very special life needs to be celebrated.
I love this — when a journalist asked Phil what it felt like being black and Irish, he responded: Kinda like a pint of Guinness.
Twenty-six years ago Phil Lynott died at age 36. I’m not sure what made me start listening to Thin Lizzy. Everyone has heard Jailbreak and The Boys are Back in Town, and naturally I started with the album Jailbreak, but I’m not sure what moved me from the songs on the radio to getting their CD from the library. I’m glad I did, though. Listening to that album reminds me of laying outside in the summer. I’d love to go see the statue of him in Ireland some day.
Cheers, Phil. You’ll be remembered.
I changed my earrings to hoops — I’m ready to listen. Hit the jump for some videos.
Do you ever get music cravings? I do. They’re usually random and motivated by something small. Today it was as simple as changing my away message (yeah, I know) and suddenly I had to hear The Deftones. Not just listen, I had to put my headphones on, close my eyes and listen. I love when that happens.
Last week it was “My Wave” by Soundgarden that I suddenly craved.