- Wed Mar 24, 2021 6:53 am
#138813
This shows how different my life is in the 21st C... back when I was a young, married, home-owning man, our albino cat Lydia would scratch her claws down the spines of my ground-level records. They were pretty much shredded, and I don't recall being especially bothered about it - I just happily played my tunes, smoked my jang, lived and loved. Somewhere down the road, pretty much that entire chapter of my LP-life got turned over to 2nd hand stores for various bits of coin, the marriage blew out, I littlest hobo'd my way down along the road to another town... and Lydia kept going, strong and proud, terrorizing some other dudes wordly goods. She was a fiercesome lady - I did name her after Lydia Lunch, mind you. RIP.
As for me, I rinse-repeated my record collection/lifestyle/locale another bunch of times before arriving where I'm at now: catless in Gaza, surrounded by pristine LP sleeves with intact spines- some of them at ground level.
We've been thinking about a dog quite a bit recently.