I recorded a couple demos this morning and almost finished another new song, so I’m taking a couple of hours off this afternoon and studying the masters, The Beatles ‘Rubber Soul’ on vinyl, and then ‘Wings Over America’. I got them last week and haven’t been able to listen to them since.
In a couple of hours, the whole band is meeting at Phil’s for dinner, he’s a very good cook as well as being a tremendous cellist. And then we’re out to see a show. It’ll be a fun night, and then when I get back super late I’m going to try to finish a song that’s been nagging me…
I found this vinyl treasure at Bop Street Records (thanks Sam and Catherine for the gift card!) and I’ve been in heaven all afternoon. Wings Over America, 1976. The lights are low, and the bass is heavy, and it’s a 3 disc set.
Since you’re not here with me listening to this record, here’s a video, it’s not the same, but it’s still pretty rad:
(however, Denny Laine’s vocal mimicry at :51 seconds is inexplicable and inexcusable. Stay away from cocaine.)
Phil (our cellist) couldn’t find his record player, but he promised me next time I came over he’d have it dug out and I could listen to some vinyl. I think I’ll start with the Everly Brothers. Then what?
I spent part of my afternoon flipping through bins of vinyl treasure at Bop Street Records in Ballard. I decided to put together a vinyl record survival pack, a little bit of Stevie Wonder, some live Ike and Tina Turner, Gordon Lightfoot greatest hits, The Temptations, and live Crosby Stills Nash and Young.
Whenever I come to Seattle, I have to make my way over to Bop Street Records in Ballard and spend some time digging through their record collection for lost and forgotten musical treasures. I used to work in a record store and I feel very much at home in pretty much all of them.
It’s always the same types of people in these shops, if you’ve seen the movie High Fidelity, then you know what I’m talking about. For me it’s just as much about the passion of music and talking about it with the employees whilst listening to some classic Motown record over the in-store speakers as it is about the smile I get when I flip through to a record that I know a friend will love so much and I have to get it for them.
I am such a music geek, it really should be embarrassing. Fortunately, I don’t really have the good sense to get embarrassed about much of anything. If you ever run into me somewhere, beware, if you start talking about classic records, you might not be able to get me to shut up about them.
I added a couple of treats to my collection on this visit, I’ll let you know how they sound.