A few months ago I was walking down the street, thinking about an old friend I hadn't spoken to in a while (I had sent him a mix CD the day before as sort of a long-time-no-see greeting card). I looked up, and
there he was, coming from the opposite direction. It was almost like I'd willed him into appearing, or maybe it was (read the following in a hammy Master Thespian voice) Meant To Be. I am a strong believer in fate, and every time something like this happens, that belief only gets stronger.
So... today I was taking a walk through my neighborhood, feeling sentimental about all the great, weird, fascinating old records I've found this year, things that have just made me marvelously happy if only for the joy of discovering that they existed. I was deep in thought, as I usually am when I go out walking -- those trips around the neighborhood with my Walkman have generated the fodder for some of my best writing. When I came to my senses, I found myself right in front of a stoop sale. There was a box of records, and sitting at the start of the pile was -- holy mother of a cratedigging god -- an Israeli pressing of Eurovision '79. For a dollar. I'm gonna have fun with this.
(Respond to this non-question any damn way you want.)
― Jody Beth Rosen, Sunday, 20 October 2002 19:44 (twenty-three years ago)
I think you should wander around envisioning that ILX becomes the biggest website ever and all its regular posters get all the money in the world.
I don't think I've ever quite had an experience like that, but I've been merrily taken by surprise more than once when something I thought wouldn't be seen or encountered or whatever, musical or not, happened out of nowhere. It's just not as direct or immediate on my part, from thought to reality.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 20 October 2002 19:47 (twenty-three years ago)
I was sitting in the audience before at the Flaming Lips/Beck show last Thursday, and before the show started I was wondering to myself if mayhaps FL were my generation's heirs to the whole
Pet Sounds school of orchestral psychedelic pop. Shortly afterwards on the huge video screen right above the stage they played a clip of Wayne Coyne interviewing Brian Wilson. Not crazy mindblowing but still cool to see.
― Nate Patrin, Sunday, 20 October 2002 20:33 (twenty-three years ago)