Reminiscent Indulgances
I finally got round to sorting through my stack of CDs. I don't actually have a huge collection, I'd be shocked if its more than 300 in fact. I'm very specific about what I listen to, even more specific about what I buy. But they've been collecting dust for ages and well, I did say months ago I'd tidy them up.
I don't slavishly listen to whole albums, I go straight to the 1 song I like, listen and switch disc.
For years now I've been content with what I imported into iTunes when I set up my first iPod (2004), ashamedly I've been listening to all my music pretty much just on my laptop speakers or headphones (they're Etymotics - I'm not that bad). But sorting through the CDs that have been stashed away for all these years, I decided to listen them on my stereo today.
This is purely practical you understand, my Macbook Pro is being fixed, the Mac Mini's disc drive is kapoot and the wife's using her laptop. The big stereo is the most convenient way of scanning through the CDs and selecting the individual tracks I want in my library.
Then Don Mcleans "American Pie" came on. This song took me straight back to being 9 years old. My cousin Guy was doing a geology course at poly and needed help mapping a beach. He was also a keen surfer so any excuse to go to the beach was good for him. Off we went, he borrowed his Mums clapped out (even then) Morris car, stuck a tape deck in my footwell and off we went to Bovisand.
It was about an hours drive, Guy made me wear some of his shades (I didn't object) so we would "look the part", if anyone asked, he was Crocket and I was Bodie and we were on a secret mission. This was all just before we'd finished driving down the farmyards driveway.
That song, playing so loudly in my living room right now, took me straight back to that day.
Thanks Guy, I didn't tell you then, but I had a great time!
