saw this (now vintage) ad
from my younger days
how many of you still owe columbia house the $1.00?
i keep waiting for someone to come to the door
looking to take back my records or cassettes.
or the dollar that i never sent in.
“both my parents worked, so i was home alone a lot, and i would listen to their records.
they belonged to the columbia house record club, so they had records!”
‘it’s called a record player and it plays records that
go ’round and ’round and the music comes out,’
says one little grandie
when proudly showing off
his new home in america
all of the treasures
both old and new
that can be found inside.
i was so excited.
i’d saved up my change,
to buy my first record.
i got a ride to the store,
found ‘lady madonna’,
ran to the counter, counted out my change,
and skipped out of the store.
the moment i got home,
i put the record on,
ready to hear my favorites sing,
i was a young beatles fan.
and i quickly discovered,
that in my rush and excitement,
i had actually purchased
the fats domino version
of the same song.
not the same,
but fun and different.
and new to me.
do you ever get that excited that you lose sight of the mission?
do you ever discover something wonderful and new quite by accident?
The four building blocks of the universe are fire, water, gravel and vinyl.
image credits: captiol records, reprise records