So I was going through some CD-Rs to prep for this weeks edition of Contraband, and I came across an unlabeled CD-R. "Hmmm. I wonder what this could be." So I popped it into my laptop and out blasts "Box Elder." Yeah.
Pavement. It was one of my legendary best-of-Pavement mixes. So I kept listening. And it sounded so effin' great to me. I've been all about
Sloan for the last year, that I'd kinda forgotten about
Malk.
BTW, it turns out some guy just published
a book on the band.
Pavement, and then him solo, had been my favorite music for ten years. This really takes me back. Right now, as I type this, I am hearing "Grounded," from the summer of 1995, and it's just killing me. This shit was the soundtrack to my twenties/nineties. So many memories. So many ghosts.
Seriously. Sometimes when I'm feeling maudlin, I tell my younger friends that they will be amazed at how many people in their life will have already be dead by the time they're 35. But then, maybe it's just me. Your mileage may vary. And I hope it does.
On a semi-related note, my father,
Jay Price, turns 60 tomorrow. Happy birthday, Dad!
I got him the CSI season three DVDs set. It's what I get him every year. :) I mean, seriously, what do you get for a guy who can buy
a $43K pickup like it's nothing.
Wow, this post went from Pavement to pickup trucks. That's range (life), baby!