A return to vinyl


I remember the first record I ever bought. It was the 45 single of “The Tide Is High” by Blondie. I remember the day I bought it at the Spokane Valley Mall when I was out with my friends for the day, hanging out. I was inĀ 6th grade. I remember standing in the record store and staring at the cover and thinking that Blondie was the coolest woman on the planet. I played the record to death. And others, too. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship with music and records.

I sold my record collection in my grandmother’s estate sale. I’d become a born-again Christian and didn’t think having them was wholesome. So I sold them for a song. Yes, including my beloved “The Tide Is High” 45. I have regretted doing this many millions of times. It hurts even now, just thinking about it.

Look what I found at my mom’s house


It’s my old copy of “Thriller!”

Look what I found at my Mom's house!

Dude. I am sooo glad I didn’t sell this during my “born-again-Christian” phase.

Remember when he looked like a normal human? He looked good! Why did he have to go and screw it up?

And, man! This is a GOOD album! Seriously! I’m listening to it right now and it kicks ass. It’s bringing back all kinds of memories.

My husband are reminiscing right now about how we used to roller skate to these songs at our respective roller rinks. Mine was somewhere in the Spokane Valley. His was somewhere in San Jose, CA.