#593: A is for A-ha

I I never leave the shrink wrap on an album I’ve purchased, but I left the plastic on this first A-ha album, purchased used within the last several years, because the original price tag was still there, $6.99 new at Tower Records, 1985.I did some thinking about thisrecently, about the price of a new recordContinue reading “#593: A is for A-ha”

#592: A is for Arooj Aftab

I go to a tequila bartonight, not for tequila, but for food, in part because it’s right behind the liquor store, where I reallywant to go, but also becauseI need something to eat. No kitchen. Everything on the food menu is preparedhere inside of an air fryer.I can easily go elsewhere,elsewhere, but for convenienceand economicsContinue reading “#592: A is for Arooj Aftab”

#591: A is for AC/DC

Bon Scott died about six monthsafter the release of Highway to Hell. I was fifteen years old. I loved him, his weirdness, his humor: I loved it when he pretended to keel over at the end of “ShotDown in Flames,” and I loved his rock-uncharacteristic nod to Mork and Mindy at the end of “NightContinue reading “#591: A is for AC/DC”

I’m Going to Listen to Everything, Redux

Nearly 100 poems ago, I wrote about the desire to listen to every record in my collection from A-Z. This is a bit of a pattern for me, as, more than twelve years ago now, I made a similar claim about my CD collection, that I would like to listen to at least a singleContinue reading “I’m Going to Listen to Everything, Redux”