like the cornerstones of our minds

I stopped by Roadrunner Records last night to grab a ticket for the Doomtree Blowout at First Avenue tonight. Digging through the cheap bins, I found these four discs for just 2 bucks a piece. Don't worry, I'm not going to lay some record review crap on you this time. I haven't even listened to them yet. I'm just wasting time at work. Read on, if you'd like...

I'm sort of a late bloomer when it comes to the Cult. I mean, I've liked them for quite awhile now, but was never really a fan of them at the height of their popularity. Of course, I was fairly young then. I first got into them when I was working in the kitchen at T.Juans up in Bemidji. I dubbed a copy of their self titled "comeback" album from that year from my boss Rabbi. Rabbi was perhaps the coolest boss I have ever worked for. He always gave you the time off you needed and if he ever needed you to put in some extra hours, he would pay you in weed. I think it was '94 or '95? We listened to that album while slingin' Btac's and Bcer for maybe a couple weeks, but no more than that. Btac was waitress code for Burrito Taco. Bcer stood for Becerdo; which was this completely gross, pork, green chili and tomato burrito that was smothered in some type of sauce that looked like baby puke. There is no way in hell I would ever have gone near something like that if I didn't have to chef it up for other folks. It stunk like hell too. Whenever someone ordered one, we'd look at the waitress and be like "Are you sure?..." Anyway, the thing I like most about the Cult is Ian Astbury's voice. That and of course the fact that you can usually find used copies of their albums these days. I picked up Electric a couple years back and now I can officially start the collection. I'm keeping my eye out for cheap copies of Dreamtime and Love.

I've never owned a Smiths album until now. Hell, I've never even really listened to the Smiths. I catch a song here and there, on the radio or whatever but that's about it. Well, actually I do vaguely recall being subjected to some Smithery, or at least Morissey type shenanigans when I worked at Shinders (RIP) in Edina. From time to time, my buddy Jim would bring in old cassettes of stuff like this, that he listened to when he was a teenager. Mostly though, he just brought in black metal CDs. He had this huge Norway patch sewn onto his messenger bag and he wore black cargo pants, tucked into combat boots nearly everyday. He wasn't afraid to sport an upside down cross necklace either. I remember him getting so mad at other dudes that would ask him about black metal. He was very territorial about it. For some strange reason though, he didn't mind hipping me to all things black metal. Perhaps he didn't find me and my backwards fitted cap and Dropkick Murphys t-shirt all that threatening to his scene. Little does he know, I was listening. He's totally responsible for getting me into that shit. I wish I could tell him that. I miss Jim. I think about him all the time; wondering where he is. I also miss talking wrestling with him and wonder if he's gotten into MMA. Well, anyway I'm not sure if this is a good Smiths album or not but whatevs. It was a nice price. I'll listen to it at least once.

I never got into Sugar when they first came out either. I was always aware of Bob Mould and Husker Du and all that stuff though. I was just getting into "Alternative" music about the time this album came out. Back then, I religiously read Spin Magazine front to back and I remember Sugar being in there a lot. It seemed like a band that the cooler people, a few years older than me, liked. Everyone always talked about how loud they were. A couple years later I got a used copy of File Under Easy Listening and liked it quite a bit. So much, in fact, that one night after getting toxically wasted, I went down to my girlfriend's dorm room, in the middle of the night, and scrawled the words to Gee Angel on her door. "There's nothing in this world that I'd rather do. Than buy a set of wings and fly away with you." I think I was channeling Lloyd Dobler or some shit. Except I didn't have a boombox and a Peter Gabriel cassette. I had a dry erase board and Sugar lyrics.

Slick Rick The Ruler~! I love Slick Rick. His first album The Great Adventures of Slick Rick is classic. LL Cool J, Run DMC, Fat Boys, Eric B & Rakim, Beastie Boys, etc. Slick Rick is right in there man. I bought my first copy of Adventures and EPMD's Strictly Business on cassette at the same time. It was on a Letterman's trip down here, to the TC for a Timberwolves game. It was the Wolves inaugural season. They were playing in a sectioned off area of the Metrodome. We played the Phoenix Suns. Kenny Battle from Illini was a rookie for the Suns, I think. Kurt Rambis was playing there too. Dang man, memories. My brother and I had Adventures and The Ruler's Back on cassette and we rocked 'em all the time. I love his voice, his laid back flow, and the way he can tell a story. I now have Adventures on CD and I still listen to it on the regular. I never did get Behind Bars; the album he recorded...well, behind bars. I will though, if I ever come across a cheap one. This is the one he did right when he got out of prison in '99. I think the bro had this when it came out but I don't recall ever really listening to it. I've actually been thinking about Slick Rick lately. He does guest vocals on some new dude's song. When I was in my very short lived B96 kick this summer, it was on all the time. Who the fuck was that? I can't remember now. Anyway, I don't care what the critics say, Slick Rick is tight, with a capital T. Score!

1 comment:

  1. Used copy?!?! I think you borrowed my copy of File Under Easy Listening and never returned it to me!

    - J. Sho