Unbelievably Boring

New Vinyl

On Saturday afternoon I stopped to look at a house with a 'For Sale' sign on the front lawn. I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Emily and I walked around the house to get a look at the back yard.

When we walked back to the car, I noticed a large stack of vinyl records sitting at the bottom of the driveway. I snatched them up and stashed them in the trunk of my car. It was a pretty sweet collection, too.

I had to purchase a turntable. I picked one up at Walmart for $99. I listened to the Doors album first. One of the songs has a line where I really expected him to sing, "fuck" and I am pretty sure he did when he performed the song live. Madonna has a similar rhyme in the Sex book version of Erotica.

By the way, L'America is not my favorite song on the album. I prefer the title track, L.A. Woman, and Riders on the Storm to L'America. In fact, I'd never heard L'America before until I got this album. Perhaps it will grow on me.

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I had a dream last night that I went to Miko. At first, I was just walking down the street past the shop. I saw some people walk by, looking in the window from the streeet. They had dissapproving looks on their face. The clerk in the store said something. I could see his face through the window. I couldn't hear him but somehow I knew what he said. I approached the shop, reached for the door, pulled it open and walked in.

I said to the clerk, "I heard what you said, even though I couldn't hear you. I guess I can read lips." That is what I said, although I believed it was a telepathic connection that made it possible.

There were a few stand alone bathtubs and sinks in the adjacent room. They appeared to be made of porcelain. I thought for a moment how much I wanted a bathtub of my own, and wondered if I could somehow fit one in my tiny bathroom at home.

I saw many small, circular mirrors like the kind a woman might use to apply makeup, or a man to shave his face. They had little stands supporting them, and they sat on the many shelves that lined the room. I looked in the first mirror and my face appeared as I can only describe as Asian. My nose was much smaller, my cheekbones more prominent, and my eyes were narrow on the outside corners. It was strange, but I thought it was pretty.

Each mirror I looked into distrored my face in a different way. One made me appear to be a model, where my lips were fuller and my eyebrows were higher. I justified these optical illusions by reasoning that each glass was curved to create the special effect. The last few mirrors that I looked into distorted my appearance in a way that I did not understand. In one of them, I looked like some sort of monster, and my tongue was sticking out. I was sure that I was not sticking out my tongue at the time.

That was a surprisingly relaxing dream. I woke up and I wished that I could have stayed in bed.

I'll give you love
I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love
I'll teach you how to... ahhh

- Erotica, Madonna

Doors - L'America Lyrics

Yeeeaahh I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America, L'America, L'America

C'mon people, don't ya look so down
You know the rain man's comin' ta town
Change the weather, change your luck
And then he'll teach ya how ta...find yourself
L'America

Friendly strangers came to town
All the people put them down
But, the women loved their ways
Come again some other day
Like the gentle rain
Like the gentle rain that falls

I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
I took a trip down to L'America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America, L'America, L'America
L'America

Posted by elsie at April 17, 2007 09:17 AM