Monday, May 21, 2012

You Might Be Old (Or a Hipster)...

I usually listen to my iPod in "shuffle" mode and, recently, I noticed that several songs on my iPod mention breakups and records.

There's Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye. When my 11-year-old daughter Kate is in the car, this song is on repeat. (If you're interested, on a typical Friday night at 9 pm, it takes four playings of Somebody That I Used to Know to drive from the skating rink on Hwy 280 to my house.)

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

The song I play most frequently is probably Come Pick Me Up by Ryan Adams.

I wish you would 
Come pick me up 
Take me out 
Fuck me up 
Steal my records 
Screw all my friends behind my back 
With a smile on your face 
And then do it again 
I wish you would 

Today, You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban came up on shuffle.

Take your records, take your freedom 
Take your memories, I don't need 'em 
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me

This is just a tiny sample from my 8GB iPod. I haven't even listened to all the songs on it because my cousin (and music advisor) Richard downloaded hundreds of songs for me when he was here last month. I'm working my way through them. I'm sure there are many, many more that mention breakups and records. The number is probably only rivaled by the number of songs that mention the phrase "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

When You'll Think of Me came on, my 16-year-old son, Jacob, was in the car with me. I checked him out early because they have exams this week and he doesn't have any this afternoon. We took the opportunity for him to have a little driving time (he'll get his license in late June).

I turned to him and said, "Who the hell even has records anymore? Other than old people and hipsters? All these songs say 'You stole my records' or 'Come get your records.'"

"What do they mean by records?" Jacob said.

"You know, like music records. Vinyl records."

"Oh," Jacob said. "I thought they meant records like data."

Yep, it's official. I'm old.

And so are you.

Kate knows what records are. She thinks they look awesome on walls.

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  1. Wouldn't it be awesome if there were relationship "records"? Like the chick in the song sent some secret spy-like friends in to steal the "records" he kept on her that said things like, "kiki tended to chew gum with her mouth open" or "kiki will eat all of the Junior Mints and not save you any."

    1. I love this idea. Those sorts of records could be very useful. I'm going to keep dating records: ""Joe" doesn't know how to kiss worth a damn. No amount of teaching helps." "John talks about himself nonstop." "Bill does not care if you ever have an orgasm. Ever."
      Records on me would be like this: "Will give you the evil eye if you ask for the first or last bite of her meal." "Makes fun of stupid Lifetime movies but sits on sofa watching stupid Lifetime movies all weekend."

    2. "Seriously, Chris?! You played video games until 4 am for the 5th time in the last 7 days...this is going in your permanent file"
      My favorite line in the Keith Urban song is the one where he says "take your cat and leave my sweater"...brilliant.

    3. Yes, start keeping that file!

      Jacob said, "Leave my sweater? That's weird. He just said that so it would rhyme with weather." Such a music critic I have her.


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