h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I remembered that my cassette player still works today. After the afternoon appearance of Mum and Dad, with the truck, and the subsequent disappearance of my brother's wardrobe and the substitution of a food parcel which can probably see me put on a little weight over the next couple of weeks, I had a good dinner of sausages and veges, and fell to meditating as the sun went down. I tried logging on to h2g2 to see if anyone else had caught this mood, but none of the usual suspects were around, apart from those who I didn't think would share this kind of mood. Kind of ‘to be expected', I guess, especially given the quality of the day.

I put on the immortal album which I found in a cassette remainder bin in about 1990, which has coloured my life ever since - that being ‘Tom Cochrane and Red Rider' - and which I had found under the mess during one of my fitful attempts to clean up my desk, a few days ago. I commented on the relevant song in one of the fora around the place, and as I did my mind went to the other ‘golden oldies' I have in what is, now, effectively my own ‘remainder bin' in the spare room. Having logged off I made a cuppa, went to the spare room and began to find some other gems, which I proceeded to start to play while waiting for the crappy television I like to watch in lieu of any money to do anything more exciting on a Friday night.

At the moment I'm listening to ‘Elvis Costello - the man: the best of Elvis Costello', which is the first of those gems I pulled out of the remainders box. That man writes lyrics like no other, and does music like only a few others, and works with most of those. The others (I decided to limit myself, for tonight anyway) are ‘The best of the Velvet Underground - words and music of Lou Reed', ‘Reunion - Ted Mulry Gang', and ‘Press to play - Paul McCartney'. I still like ‘Press to play', although it was panned when it was released, as I recall. The Ted Mulry Gang record I bought after seeing them play in the Sydney R.S.L. Club in about 1993 (then some fifteen years after their prime, I think), and I still think it's one of the more fortuitous purchases I've ever made: what a band! Everyone likes the Velvet Underground - or likes to think they do, at least...

Good music, and a great way to wait for bad television and another empty weekend.

I wonder what real people are doing? I wonder who the ‘real people' are...?

Uh...

Get out of my car
(but you just said that you'd take me home)
It's not that far
(but there's no way that I can get there alone)
I couldn't care less
(maybe I could see you next week)
Well you look a mess
(well, look who's talking you've got no right to speak)
Get out of my car
(you told me that you were a really nice guy)
Ooh, well I ain't. Well?
Yeah get out of my car.
Get out... Get out of my car!


Ah, the 70s. *sigh*

Wow...I didn't think anyone else HAD that Elvis Costello album. 'S a good one--makes me lament that I lost Imperial Bedroom a year or so ago, although King of America is making up for it, a bit.

*goes off to listen to Little Palaces*