one time. when i was young. which was a long time ago. we had these things called albums. or tapes. or cds. but they were always albums. or records if you wanted to be hip. people went back to records though. vinyl. cds are okay. compact and you dont have to flip them over. they lack the warmth of vinyl but less annoyance than cassettes. but a lot of the music i loved when i was a kid first landed in my earballs as a result of cassette tapes. and so i owe a debt of gratitude to the medium.
anyway. i digest.
so growing up if yo stayed up until midnight. then 103.3 wkdf would play like six full albums in a row. whole album. end to end. i dont even think they edited the albums. maybe they did. my memory isnt that good. but its good enough to remember hearing a lot of great shit on the radio shortly after my brain was fully online.
and so sometimes i sit here and i listen to entire albums from one end to the other. just because thats what you did. you heard peaches and possum kingdom on the radio all the time. but you didnt hear kitty or i burn. and so there was a little bit of mystery around the album. what werent you hearing from it. kind of like when a lady that you fancy puts on a pair of crotchless panties. like. you can see almost everything. but the excitement is in the almost. not the everything.
i guess this is one of those nights when i miss nashville. but like. i miss the nashville. if you know what i mean. not being physically present within the city limits. but the way it was when i was a wee lad.
if you know you know. as the children say.
