SOUND ADVICE FOR THE AGED

SOUND ADVICE FOR THE AGED (Test post 1)
 

 

One of the things that really irks me now that I've entered the waiting room is the increased cost of indulging in simple pleasures. You'd reckon that once you're on the bell lap of the ghost train, such pleasures would be delivered at reduced cost or, at the very least, on the taxpayers' tick. But NO!

I've been buying records/ CDs/ tapes for nearly fifty years and I have what could be described as a 'moderate' collection. The princess would use other adjectives (including 'fucked') which is probably due to us having to structurally reinforce the floor in our living room to accommodate the weight of the shelving needed to house it about a decade ago.......and it's only become bigger since. Anyway, I digress.

As I move around the sound lounges in the city in my quest for that elusive re-issue, I've made a few salient observations, namely,

1. Records and CDs are fuckin' overpriced! Sure, I already have five versions of 'Caravanserai' but is a sixth worth the $42 they're asking at Redeye in the newer heavy vinyl format?

2. These record stores resemble men's sheds minus the tools, rocking horses and wooden ashtrays. I no longer have to think of pithy retorts to questions like 'Can I help you, pop?' that I used to encounter from goth-dressed attendants at Utopia not so long ago. All the punters now look just like me.......... no arses, slight pot bellies and 'de rigueur' 511 jeans.

But all of this may be 'just a state of mind'. If I become a revisionist (in the historical sense), then I won't have to buy another bloody thing.