Maudlin

Yesterday i didnt want to go home. Today, after a night of cheap vodka and loud soulless club music in Daikanyama, I cant get on the plane fast enough. I sincerely hope that Stanton Warriors turn to islam and attempt to buy back all their records so as to destory them a la Cat Stevens in the early eighties (he really did try this im told). Perhaps I wouldnt have gotten so drunk if the music was better, actually no, perhaps i would have enjoyed getting so drunk if the music was better.

Today, record shopping in Jimbo Cho with Dion and Tomita, something weird happened. I got tired of record shopping. It was probably just the hang over but I got tired of talking about records too. I actualy waited outside for 10 minutes while Tomita and Dion were in the last shop(admittedly we had been digging for four hours straight by that stage) In an issue of American Splendour, Harvey Pekar talks about his addiction to collecting jazz records. His apartment is full of them but he cant stop buying more, stressing out about how he's going to pay for all the records he wants. Then one day he wakes up and he doesnt feel like it anymore.

Anyway, I dont think thats going to happen yet. there were some nice finds today, I went from having no Kimiko Kasai records to owning 5. A 70s Marvin Gaye record with Heavy Love Affair on it as well as this album about fruit.



FRESSSSHHHHHH!!!

By the way I realise how much of a geek you have to be to put up photos of records you bought on a blog, so dont bother pointing it out to me.