Saturday, November 13, 2010
Vinyl, Commonalities and What Works
I’ve always figured that for a relationship to work; you have to have a hell of a lot of common ground. The big things in life, the things that matter – you have to be able to share. If not, when that first glow of lurve/lust diminishes, you don’t have anything left to sustain the relationship.
On this basis, the squeeze and I should be a match made in heaven. We have friendship to fill in the holes, but it is more than that. We both write. We both read. We both have a love of music.
I should probably clarify at this point that we don’t have to be twins. Let’s go a little higher level than that. There has to be an element of diversity in the mix; we should both read, write and listen – but we don’t want to be mirror images.
Music is a big part of my world; and his. It always has been. We cross many paths in this arena. He loves Bob Dylan. I called my son Dylan after man himself (let’s face it; no amount of admiration is going to convince me to call my kid Bob…)
For diversity, he has a love of jazz (called his kid Jaaz [note the velvet wearing spelling]). I would rather be stripped naked, covered in honey and staked to ants nest than sit and listen Miles Davis. On the other hand, I have a proclivity towards 80’s dance music – which makes his skin crawl. Hell, he once dumped me because I put Lady Gaga on his iPod.
For the birthday breakfast this morning, we went to a little place in Northcote called The Aquarium which has no fish, yet a fantastic selection of vinyl. This morning’s blog is written to the sounds of Dusty in Memphis and Beth Orton, Trailer Park – on vinyl.
I can’t imagine being able to share that with anyone else.
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