--- So, I actually got out of the house today. Blew off some of that
house stink and made some money in the process. A good trip out, all in
all. I did something I've never done before: I went and sold off some
CD's. Impressive, no? A new experience and it was profitable, to boot.
It's not everyday you have an experience like that.
The musical selection at the Cake Eater household is eclectic. This is
putting it kindly. If I were in a mood to be unkind to myself and the
husband, well, I'd probably say that I'm addicted to music played by
men with acoustic guitars and he has a thing for bands who screwed
Tawny Kitaen on top of a Jaguar or in the back of a tour bus in the
80's. The middle ground between our divergent musical tastes is a very
small space indeed---about three inches wide, in fact. I've heard
strange stories of people who have gotten married and have actually had
to weed out duplicate CD's; that their musical tastes actually coincide. God. If this is the truth and not an urban myth, well, my God---do these people have any idea of how lucky they are?
To be able to go to a show together---and to enjoy it? What a novel
concept. Where one person isn't bored with Axl Rose's teleprompter
reading of the lyrics to---AHEM--- songs he wrote and his lack
of promptness and doesn't really mind getting stoned from all the
secondhand pot smoke? For one spouse to be able to pick a CD that
doesn't make the other spouse grind their teeth down to the roots?
These people could drive down the highway and agree to listen to the same radio station?
Wow. It sounds too good to be true. Really, it does. Hence it must be
an urban myth.
One of the very few things the husband and I do agree on when it comes
to music is that some of our purchases in the CD department haven't
been as worthwhile as we'd hoped they would be. I think everyone has
had this experience: a new CD by some artist you love comes out and it
turns out that, despite the one single you liked, it blew monkey bits.
I've been meaning to clean out the CD's---like I do the clothes we
haven't worn for a year---and I finally got around to it. But rather
than giving them to the Goodwill or throwing them out, I took them to
Cheapo in Uptown and walked out of the store with $30.75 in my
wallet---well, it was only $20 some after I bought some CD's, but who's
counting, right? I thought you might be interested to read what we
parted with---it might provide some amusement for those of you who got
to this page after you typed "Janet's Boobie" into Google's search
engine (And I *know* who you sick fucks are! Jeez. Chime in on the
bared breast and you get people looking for porno wandering onto your
blog thanks to algorithms...ugh. Sex and math. Are there any two more
unrelated topics out there?) might be interested to know what we got
rid of and why.
And away we go...
1. Sheryl Crow Tuesday Night Music Club: I got tired of it
somewhere around June, 1996, after "All I Wanna Do" had been played for
the bajillionth time. Pretty much killed the desire to get into the
rest of the album for me. 2. Various Artists Legacy: The Rumours Tribute Album: It sucked. And Hole covers Gold Dust Woman. No further commentary is needed.
3. George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic Greatest Funkin Hits:
This is one of the husband's choices. According to him it didn't have
the selection he thought should be on there. Too bad. I actually had
grown quite fond of Atomic Dog.
4. Various Artists Kiss My A**: The Kiss Tribute Album:
Another one of the husband's, recorded in those halcyon days of the
mid-90's where all the recording artists seemed to want to do was
covers of other bands songs. Like Fred Durst still isn't pulling that
trick nowadays, but according to the husband, this blew. And he really
didn't need it anymore. The original urge to purchase this thing, if
I'm remembering correctly, was that the husband---a huge KISS fan and a
member of the KISS Army at age seven---didn't have any KISS on CD and
was having a hard time finding some. In a moment of desperation, he
wanted to see what this was like and thought he might be killing two
birds with one stone. (There was a time, remember, in the early to
mid-90's where KISS was reclusive as hell---I miss those days...bliss.)
So, thanks to Mr. H. who bought him KISS's greatest hits for his
birthday last year, we don't need this one in the collection anymore.
5. Dave Matthews Band Crash: I still have a copy of this. This
was a duplicate that my sister bought me for Christmas and I couldn't
return because she'd torn the cellophane off.
6. Dave Matthews Band Everyday: Just couldn't get into this
one for some reason. Mr. H. would say that it was because I finally had
come to my senses and had realized that the Dave Matthews Band should,
in fact, be banned. He hates Dave, whereas I do not. I just didn't dig
it.
7. John Mellencamp Dance Naked: This was one of those Columbia House get ten CD's for a penny
last chance choices. Columbia House was bad. I've admitted before that
I was cheap, well as proof of my cheapness you should probably know
that I was one of those people who would sign up, get my ten free CD's,
buy my allotment and then would cancel the damn thing as soon as I
could. It worked out pretty good, too, because they kept lowering the
amount you had to buy. I think the last time I did this is, it was only
four. Good deal all around. This was one of the freebies and I picked
it in desperation because I was having a damn hard time choosing from
their pitiful selection. The CD still had the original cellophane on it
for two years. That in itself should speak volumes.
8. Mighty, Mighty Bosstones Let's Face It: The husband
purchased this for me, and while I liked one song on the disc, the horn
section got to be a wee bit too loud for my tastes. 9. John Osajca Back in 1999: This CD was a freebie from my
coffee shop days. Caribou used to have CD's players and employees could
bring in whatever CD's they wanted and could play them on the store's
stereo. Before the music industry threatened to sue over licensing
issues and they replaced all of the CD players with DMX
versions---which only played the DMX published and royalty-paying
CD's---publicists and the like used to drop off CD's at the stores as a
PR tool. Never mind that I never had a CD player at my store (my store
came replete with two hanging Sony TV's and cable! woohoo!) they
dropped CD's off anyway. This was one such CD and I have never listened
to it. After the fifteen teenagers I had working for me at the time had
blatantly ignored it for weeks, I took it home and stuck it on the
shelf. And it was a good thing, I did too---I made $2 on it today! HA! Profit!
The only thing I know about this guy is that he dated Lisa Marie
Presley after she dumped MJ. I feel for him. That baggage must have
been heavy!
10. Alice in Chains Jar of Flies:
The husband's. Hasn't listened to it in ten years. It went.
Ok, kids---there be the first ten. Have no fear, there will be more
boring twaddle about the CD's that I dumped today posted throughout the
week---we ditched almost forty. Lots o' material.