Editor's note: I'm in a melancholy mood this evening, so to avoid wallowing, I will post this light-weight footnote to my earlier post on the music of 1995.
David Soul, "Don't Give Up On Us" (1976). I think I actually bought this one.
I remember, as a teenager, going to the record store at Pyramid Mall outside of Ithaca, New York, and buying singles. I would bring them home, set the record player to 45 rpm, and set the needle on the smooth vinyl edge of the latest hit single. I remember buying Fleetwood Mac's "Don't Stop" as a single and nearly wearing it out. Ditto the Eagles' "Hotel California" and the Manfred Mann's Earth Band version of Springsteen's "Blinded by the Light" (even stranger, the B-side was a Manfred Mann version of Stravinsky's The Firebird). In the late 1970s, if you heard a song on the radio that you liked, you could almost certainly find the single at the record store. But in 1995, 45 rpm singles—and the equipment to play them on—were a thing of the past. So when I heard Del Amitri's "Roll to Me" on the radio in 1995, I rushed down to Northfield's record store of that era, Red Pets, and bought the CD. Except for "Roll to Me," I hated the CD. (There's a video of "Roll to Me" on YouTube; just close your eyes and listen to the great song and ignore the awful video.) Now, of course, I could download "Roll to Me" as a single song for 99¢ from iTunes. Maybe I'll just do that. Because I hated the rest of the CD so much that I quickly got rid of it. So, faithful commenters, have you ever bought a CD on the strength of a single song on the radio, only to find that you couldn't stand the rest of the album?
My poem " Phrasebook " has been published online in Ergon: Greek/American Arts and Letters .
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