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July 15th 2026.
Waxing crescent in Leo.
Seven of Pentacles.
Leftover birthday cake.
“If you think your God is dead, try mine. He’s still alive.”
I’ve got to legitimately inventory this record collection I’ve built over the past…
12 years.
The first record I purchased…
Was Jimi Hendrix’s Are You Experienced.
I had not yet owned a record player…
I was 18…
And very very into classic rock at the time.
Specifically Jimi and The Doors…
I would get really stoned and meditate to 1983…
A Merman I Should Turn to be…
Sing along to the Crystal Ship a little too passionately…
Double Shot Thursdays on WBAB
Very into classic rock at the time but it’s also around the same time I started making my first beats under the name “Agent Orange”
Vietnam is my ancient Rome if you care to know.
Anyway…
I bought this repress of Are You Experienced? and had no way to play it… But I knew I wanted it and would eventually source a record player.
I still had my iPod classic and a vast itunes collection so I don’t think I was too stressed about it.
It couldn’t have been much longer after purchasing Are You Experienced that a carton of mango nectar made quick work of my laptop wiping away every beat I had made up until that point and every song I’d ever …
pirated
35k+ songs.
Not much longer after that, my iPod … vanished.
(it would return to me 8 years later, and die forever just as I shuffled the songs after powering it on for the first time)
Rather than buy a new computer …
I bought a record player.
One of those little Crosley suitcases
I bought in the middle of a shift while I worked at a group home.
We had gone to the mall for an outing…
Ventured into FYE.
I’m almost certain it was pay day.
I bought a copy of Dark Side of the Moon.
And Lana Del Rey’s Ultraviolence.
And the crosley.
Upon returning to the home, my manager completely geeked out and we set the record player up in the office and played Dark Side of the Moon as the shift came to an end.
He laughed at me for paying so much for new records and then put me on to all the thrift stores that were worth visiting to crate dig.
The outings at the group home would see a great increase in crate digging.
My collection grew exponentially fast and quickly became the greater bulk of my belongings.
One car.
A library card.
A laundry basket full of books.
Two full crates of records.
A record player.
One longboard.
A dozen assorted hats.
A backpack.
And a laundry bag full of clothes.
I’d own a black 10 speed roadbike for a brief period of time in this era of life…
They always come back to me.
Anyway…
I’ve got to get these records inventoried…
Get these records inventoried along with…
The past 12 years.