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Saturday
September 21,
2024
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this
squished panoramic
photo is an illustration of what
digital compression does to music, which is why i only play vinyl when dj'ing. jk, i'm not a purist but i do have a lot of records and it's fun to let 'em off the leash at punk rock flea market, which after 16+ years is the longest steady gig i've held in any field. it's an ouroboros of local commerce: vendors pay josh, josh pays me, i buy from vendors. a circular economy. but the best transactions are social--bonding with strangers over music, however briefly. everyone's got their song, it seems, the one that unlocks emotions and memories. one woman busted loose to teenage kicks, dancing from booth to booth, boogeying as she browsed. later, a swaggering paisan from queens cheerfully demanded, "play ramones." when i did, he tried to buy it off me. one young fella laughed in disbelief when i told him it was william shatner covering his favorite song. a man with his arm in a sling was amazed to hear uz jsme doma "out in the wild," as he put it. when i told him they're playing seattle october 11, he knew and already had a ticket. nirvana brought one grunge survivor over to my table, who lamented missing her chance to see them live... well, she did go to one show but got too drunk to remember and then suddenly it was too late to ever see them again. she got choked up as the record wound down so i tried to console her by saying, "they live on." she smiled, sad-eyed... |