I think my hairdresser and I should start seeing other people.

Now don't get me wrong, he's a great hairdresser. I mean, he knows exactly what my hair needs and how to give it to me, but there's just no spark anymore, no adventure. He never lets me take risks anymore.

I think that I have been unhappy with him for awhile and just never knew how to verbalize it. But now...well he's just too selfish, egocentric, overly bitchy. I sit there patiently listening to his boy troubles and as soon as I mention something about me, he pauses, and then just goes back into his philandering drama. Nice, real nice.

Moving on....

I felt asleep early last night and left my new record player on all night. I hope I didn't ruin anything. My mother gave me a gift certificate for Waterloo records and the next day after Christmas I was there with all of the other burgeoning audiophiles. Differences between me and them included about ten years, lack of acne and boobs. The man behind the counter and I were drawn into a conversation about the reasons for this sudden vinyl explosion. He just couldn't see past the obviously superior sound quality. Although for me, who only remembers mixtapes, CD and mp3s the reasons were a bit more romantic. I vaguely remember tiny 45s on my little Disney themed record player and my father's old records with no record player. I think that I just like the tangability in the whole thing. There just isn't a process anymore if you download something directly into your computer.

I went digging into my fathers old records and found a few gems, at least to me. An original press of Abby Road was the best find although I did enjoy "borrowing" his collection of Creedence Clearwater records and listening to "Cherry" on his Neil Diamond, Best of record. I even managed to dig up my old Fleetwood Mac album I found in a garage sale when I was 16. Although at Waterloo, armed with a 50 dollar gift card, I was paralyzed with the possibilities. Should I spend it all on used classics? Should I rebuy important records of my adolescence? Should I take a chance on possible new classics?

I decided to do a little bit of both. I bought stuff to make new memories and remember the old.
1. Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings - 100 Days and 100 Nights - Terribly good, new old Motown soul
2. Iron and Wine - The Shepard's Dog - Reminds me of long-haired hippy bands of old but a great new sound for them.
3. Explosions in the Sky - those who tell the truth shall die, those who tell the truth shall live forever - Pretty ambient Austin rock to space out to
4. godspeed you black emperor!- lift your skinny fists like antennas to heaven - this album got me through finals back in Ann Arbor
5. Bettye Lavette - The Scene of the Crime - Tough old bird sings some gritty soul
6. Ramones - Mania - How could I not buy this?
7. Stars - In Our Bedroom After the War - impulse buy, jury is still out

Sidenote. Now I love me some Radiohead, but seriously why so expensive?

I think I need a bigger suitcase.