Thursday, April 21, 2005

Vinyl suits

When Alys gave me a record player for my birthday, she probably thought that maybe I would you know, listen to a few of mum's old LPs, or maybe some $2 records bought from a rumsoaked pawnbroker wearing seven hats. Wrong! Upon realising that a) LPs are big, shiny and smell like old books b) require you to listen to the WHOLE album without skipping tracks k) sound better and c) work in a ridiculous parallel 'cred' universe where the more mainstream the album, the harder it is to buy on vinyl, I underwent some sort of brainchange. No more CDs or MP3s. Fuck them. From now on, I shall ONLY listen to music via vinyl at 3am, with a glass of red wine, a sombre sepia tone and a ponderous attitude to life and the way the times-they-are-a-changin':

Just like they did in the 60's: listening to post-apocalyptic-post-punk-post-emo masterpieces doped up on nurofen plus.

Remember back in the early 90's, when computers were used solely for looking up meerkat facts on a CD-ROM encyclopedia? What the fuck happened to computer encyclopedias? Suddenly they were here, with me lined up at Harvey Norman to purchase the latest edition of encarta. Then the next thing we know, BAM, they are nowhere to be found. No more meerkat sound samples. Nothing. I have this theory that, as opposed to every other thing in the world, the electronic encyclopedia companies shyed away from the internet and went back to the oldskool medium that they previously looked to eradicate... books. Check this out:

Now that encarta is in physical book form, the annoying popups reminding you to update (for more meerkat facts) are made of steel.

1 Comments:

At 4/21/2005 09:04:00 PM, Blogger Francomalaisienne said...

Dude, love your website. I'm amazed at your every single entry. I'm worshipping you honest! Signed, the unknowned randomner.

(Will : your wittle secret is safe with me don't worry ;) )

 

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