THERE ARE HIT RECORDS that were “important” simply because they were hit records. The pop charts have been filled with such records: enjoyable fare but essentially confection. This is not condescending, as a pop record is almost by definition a few minutes of entertainment to distract us from the less enjoyable aspects of our lives.
And that’s the (possible) opening paragraph to a work-in-progress that saw the light of day when I accidentally pushed the Publish button instead of the Save Draft button.
Now this article is at the top of my must-finish list so sit back and wait and I may have it done in a week or two . . .
Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)