Today is Valentine’s Day! Here is what I think of Valentine’s Day.
That’s a middle finger, in case you can’t tell. And a rather long one at that. Right. I’m glad we got that out of the way.
In less romantic news, at long last I have a turntable worthy of my growing vinyl collection. Big thanks to Liam at Dr. Disc for recommending a place in Tecumseh called Audio Two.
It was one of the only experiences I’ve ever had where I said, “I know I could easily spend an insane amount of money, but I’d like to get something good while avoiding the need to scream profanities when it hits me how much money I ended up blowing,” and the person I said that to didn’t even attempt to sell me something more expensive than what I was looking for. I’ve already invested a considerable amount of money in a good stereo system, and I think it was well worth it, but I wanted to try to find something I could incorporate into the existing system without things getting ridiculous. I’ve heard of some people spending upwards of eight thousand dollars just for a turntable/stylus/cartridge combo. Eight thousand. Dollars. That doesn’t include speakers, a preamp or anything else.
Those people must have a shitload of money to throw around.
Anyway, I had my heart and libido set on a Technics SL-1200 MK2. Alas, they’re not so easy to find around here, and while I imagine there are more than a few DJs who have one or two of them kicking around, I doubt they’ll be looking to get rid of them anytime soon. Putting aside their reputation for striking a good balance between price and performance, they also have some serious sex appeal.
I ended up getting this thing instead.
It matches up aesthetically with my system much better than the Technics would have, so that was a nice little accidental acorn toss. Better still, I ended up getting a turntable, stylus, cartridge, preamp/phono stage, and even a record cleaning kit, all for less than I was expecting to spend on the turntable by itself. You say direct-drive, I say belt-drive. Either one can drive just fine as far as I’m concerned.
It was an eventful day. I also ended up picking up a few harmonicas and a triangle, among other things. Obviously, the triangle is going to have a profound influence on my music from this point forward. But that goes without saying.
If you’re in Windsor, you should pick up a copy of the new edition of The Lance, because I’m in it. What more you need? You need no more. Thanks again to Cristina for wanting to write about me. She wrote some mighty nice things. My head began to inflate while reading. Luckily I always carry thumbtacks so I can deflate myself during those moments.
It looks like my mug will also be in the paper in the next week or two. I can’t remember anymore which day the Scene section runs. But whatever day that is, that’s where I’ll be. Whenever I show up. Yes. I’ll let you know when it happens.
It’ll be interesting to see how the article comes out. The night I was interviewed my brain was pretty mushy, so I’m not sure I gave much of any useful information. I would also warn you to avert your eyes from my picture, for I am the least photogenic person who ever lived. But I think you’re well aware of that by now.
In keeping with the spirit of sharing diseases and other things too, I put a rough mix of something new up on Spyspace. It’s been a little while since I’ve done that. I’m not sure if this track is any indication of what to expect from the next album, but it’s the first time I’ve pulled out the Fender Strat in quite a while. It’s also in 6/4, which is an interesting time signature to play in. I don’t know if I should add more window dressing to the song or not. I kind of found myself wishing for some plucked viola notes at odd moments, and I might have been able to emulate that sound to some extent using the ukulele, but instead I threw in some bugle flatulence and improvised piano bits.
Still can’t quite get away from relative austerity. Maybe that’s as it should be. Who can say?