So I had this simple idea: I would fire up Pandora Internet Radio, create a Marc Ribot channel, and then write about this first record played that's in my collection. Occasionally I get stuck in these thought pools and a recent eddy has me back at the "Future of music delivery" discussion. Since I'm not sure that a person like me (with such oddball tastes) is going to settle on something like satellite radio, it would seem that the Internet might take on a greater role. Heck, it might not either, but for this morning a roll of the dice seemed kind of fun.
The first tune is a whacked version of "Softly As In A Morning Sunrise" from Ribot's Yo! I Killed Your God. Awesome.
But there's a problem...and I just knew it would happen too — I couldn't find the disc. See, in a pseudo-ironic turn of events (the irony being that I haven't come close to fully embracing digital, so I'm still swamped with actual physical objects), I happen to be in the middle of a project to replace most of my CD jewel cases with slim plastic sleeves. When I'm done, it'll save a ton of space. In the meantime? Chaos. So I go through a few piles and that particular Ribot disc is nowhere to be found. Next!
"Emportez-moi" from Big Satan's Souls Saved Hear. I realize that I can't even find where the finished discs are for the letters A-C. Nuts.
Then I remember that the Big Satan disc might have come in one of those cool alternate packaging box thingies, so to the third floor (again!) I go to make one more pass through the piles. Nothing. OK, this "simple idea" is really starting to piss me off.
A couple of minutes into the last search, I stumble onto a short stack discs from local artists. L'Hiver? That's what I really want to listen to!