Regular readers might remember that the Man purchased a vinyl album, Moving Pictures – Days of Innocence, while we were on holiday for a mere $10. I knew at the time it couldn’t end well and I was right.
He was hugely pleased with his purchase and decided that instead of borrowing a converting turntable he may as well buy his own, his excuse being that he did have a ‘few’ other albums he might like on his ipod.
After the turntable was purchased I casually mentioned that the total cost for that particular second-hand album is now far more than $10 and he looked at me with a “you don’t know what you are talking about” expression, but scuttled guiltily out of the room.
I don’t have a problem with him getting a new toy like that, after all, he loves his music, but I do have a problem with being tortured every night and all weekend with the playing of all of his beloved records.
Don’t get me wrong. I can handle his musical tastes in small doses but having to sit through album after album every night? Well, it is a little more than I can bear. Those ‘few other albums’ are more than just a few. Calling it a ‘few other boxes’ might have been more accurate. Hopefully he will be finished soon and the albums will be packed safely away, never to be heard again….. 😉
Debbie Harry is someone I have heard waaaay too much lately, so I am going to share my preferred version of Call Me, the one where she sings it with the Muppets.
Buried words and Bushwa. 