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Notes from a Walkman Junkie: The Great ‘Big Gulp’ Disaster of 1991

April 22, 2009

I would like to clear up this ‘walkman’ business…It’s more of a ‘discman’. I did make the switch over from tapes to CD’s…eventually. My decision to move on was ( literally) heaved upon me when a friend of mine inadvertently dumped her entire giant drink into my bag ‘o’ tapes that I kept in my car. I was devastated… My precious, painstakingly collected tapes covered in a disgustingly sticky evil liquid, spawned from the endless cup of dread known as the ‘Big Gulp’.

I could not help but wonder if this was a bit of a sabotage operation. This friend had made it quite clear that she would fling herself out of my car if forced to endure one more minute of The Beastie Boys. Apparently their sick jams gave her anxiety attacks. I’m sure some would also attest to the fact that I went through a phase (one of many ) of repeatedly playing every Toad the Wet Sprocket tape that I owned non-stop for five consecutive months. Needless to say, this grew tiresome to some people, namely any passengers I may have been toting around at the time.

Well, there are no free rides…my car, my music. This rule still applies, and quite frankly, it pales in comparison to the private torture of my sister’s ‘car rules’ involving her refusal to move the car until I ‘car-seat dance’ to her choice of music.. something of the humiliating variety (i.e. “My Prerogative”-Bobby Brown) for a satisfactory amount of time. I am pleased to say that these days the threats of hurling oneself from my car have decreased significantly. My choice of music today for my daily travels has been Of Montreal, a psychedelic pop band with a hint of vaudeville…So fasten your seat belts and give them a listen.

Click to hear ‘Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse‘ from Of Montreal.



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