Thursday, September 18, 2008
I took a trip into Record City today, and reminded myself why I love this store and all who sail in her.
but first we must go back to the beginning...
While I was up at meet me at mikes on the weekend, dropping off some little bits for the book (btw, saw a couple of proofs - looks amazing!), Cameron slipped some vinyl on the turntable, and it took me back.
Ever since, I have been singing away in my head, and I knew I had to get myself a copy. (I was actually surprised to realise I did not have a copy)
Now funds of late have been, shall we say, a little scarce, so brand-spankin' new was not really an option. I went to Record City, where I have never been disappointed. The staff are always on for a good chat about music, and one never knows what will be playing. (today: Beatles. classic).
For the grand sum of $12.50, I walked out with this:
Ah, Mr Bowie, you are so fine.
Let all who may encounter me for the next week be warned: it will be the week of Bowie; at the house, in the car, on the MP3, during gym workouts, and I may spontaneously slip into song without warning.
Just leave me here - I'm ever so happy :)
oh, yes; I also finished my Honeycomb vest.
more to come later, can't talk: Bowie-time...