so last fall my sister and i went to the hometown of kurt cobain for a wedding...we took the beast, i drove and she picked the music...one of the cds was the pixies...
we bopped along, the weekend came to a close, and i dropped her home...
then i noticed that she had left not only her pixies cd, but her other music as well...secretly i was glad because i was digging the pixies cd in my stereo, and wouldn't see her for two more weeks so i'd get to enjoy it longer...
but then it wouldn't come out.
as in it was stuck in the stereo and seriously would. not. come. out.
and since the beast is a diva the *only* part of my stereo that worked was the cd player...not the radio...because she doesn't want you to be all the way happy, get comfortable, and then forget who's really in charge...
so at first it was kinda a fun novelty...and since the lord of the ring, the duke of fun, and wingman and i all LOVED it it was okay...
it was a joke "hey, the pixies again, awesome!" "what do you want to listen to?. oh, i don't know, what about the pixies!"
HI-larious...for the first three months, anyway...
that cd took us to the store and to thanksgiving and to stoveman's 60th birthday party in the city and off to my nephew's 9th birthday party the next day in the next city...dragging a bit and steeling ourselves for another party...that cd took us through the perpetual grey slog of christmas traffic wondering when it would be our turn to turn left and why everyone else in all the other cars looked terribly unhappy to be where they were...
probably they weren't listening to the pixies.
that cd accompanied us on the first leg of our journey back east, and was waiting for us when we got back...piled into the beast with more luggage than a funk band on tour...(this of course after we futzed with the beast and got a jump from my brother in law and whispered sweet nothings into her ear just to get her to move her 17 ton patootie and take us home)
after a month away and the journey we had to get home that cd brought familiar comfort to our travel weary family...
and it was playing when the beast decided to not go a mile further not 10 miles from home...
that cd spent 3 more months silent while the beast was in rehab...hopefully thinking about what she had done and turning her life around...
and when we got the beast back?
the stereo was ripped out and sitting forlornly on the front seat...seems the stereo amp was creating a draw on the battery...it wasn't that big of a deal as it was obvious we needed a new stereo anyway...
so, what about the cd?...well, stuck in the now totally non working stereo...still...
but now that we could get to the screws it was no big deal and a few minutes later the lord of the ring extracted the cd...
and now i've got it here and ready to give back to my little sister...
our whole family knows every song by heart...every melody...every chord change...every hook...for awhile it was the soundtrack of a life a family lives while in the car...every journey big and small...all the things that happen when you are going from point a to point b and everywhere else in between...
and while i am glad we'll be getting a new stereo and i'll be able to listen to the radio and my stevie nicks cds and wail along to the wreckers (shut up, it's all i have some days) i can honestly say i am going to miss the pixies...
but if you think i'm sticking that fucker in my new stereo you'd be dead wrong.
plus, i've got to get it back to my sister...eventually.
x.
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O.k. That is f-ing hilarious! And I was complaining about running a race on Sun. and my ipod playing Beastie Boys the entire time (all good) but then at the end of the race I threw up because I sprinted too fast, too far...
so now...man, I don't wanna hear NO mo' Beastie Boys!
I'll send you some good music mama. I just got paid and gotta download some new stuff offa itunes.
xoxo,
k.
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