All this meme-tagging stuff is new to me, but Jamie tagged me with this one at least a week ago, probably more, and I figured it would be a good way to get the blog restarted.
The last CD I bought was:
Orange Juice, The Very Best of. There’s a new Orange Juice comp that just came out called The Glasgow School, which focuses solely on their Postcard Records days. Reading about it made me all nostalgic and wistful, so I went hunting around for You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever, which I have on vinyl somewhere but have never owned on CD. Couldn’t find it, but I did find this best-of, which includes both “Rip It Up” and (most important) “Felicity.” And suddenly it’s 1981 again.
Song playing right now:
Erm, nothing when I started typing this, but the mere mention of “Felicity” drove me to put it on. Instant happiness. I can’t explain what it is with me and that song—it’s partly a time-and-place thing, but it’s also just the type of song that fills my heart with joy and also makes me grin. Rare qualities in a song, especially the latter.
Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
Five? Sheesh. How about five hundred?
Oh, okay, five:
“Petal”—Lori Carson
“The Hatfield Side”—Cheri Knight
“Dancing on the Ashes”—Robbie Fulks (a song about a veteran of the Somme, which I find one of the most compelling stories in history, really. Someday I’d like to ask Robbie what inspired him to write about that particular topic—was it something he was reading, or just his imagination, or what?)
“I Will Dare”—The Replacements
“Goodnight Loser”—The V-Roys/Scott Miller (either version will do)
Five people to whom Iā??m passing the baton:
Um, yeah. I’m going to have to give that one some thought…like thinking up five people I know who blog.
Okay, a relatively low-key and perhaps inauspicious restart to the blog, but a restart nonetheless. Later, I’ll talk about my new job, and how I finished grad school (tortuously, in a nutshell, but ultimately successfully), and I swear I’ll get to that next installment of the Mats saga. And maybe I’ll write about just why 1981 was such an important year for me.