We’re moving in June, selling our present house and having a new one built. Where we live now I have a large basement where my CD and LP collection lives with minimal space restrictions. Our new house will include a library but shelf space is limited. To serve that space impediment I think I’ve found a solution. It’s called an Olive Musica – basically an ipod for the home. It’s really a CD player and recorder amalgamated to a 160GB hard disk, you feed it CD’s and it stores them. I’ve chosen a higher bitrate for the MP3 translation, and I’m not sure yet how much of my collection I’ll be able to store… the basic idea is that all my CD’s etc will be in storage boxes elsewhere and this unit will allow me to access my music without having the physical CD in the room.
I’m on my first pass, it’s the ones I know I want to store, so the editing process has started… it’s fascinating to watch myself go through and pick – what makes the cut and what doesn’t…. needless to say it really focuses the mind as to what has endured and what is lost in its own time.
I always bring the weather into this, it somehow measures time and place – well when I last wrote we were going through an earlier than anticipated bitter cold, and now since New Years it’s been unseasonably warm at times… usually being so continental we have big weather system followed by big weather system, by which I mean that the weather stays the same for weeks at a time. Right now we can have 50 degrees in the morning, tanking well below freezing late afternoon and back up to 45 by lunchtime of the following day. I leave you to make the Celsius calculations….but basically it’s swinging between extremes on an almost daily basis…
Also as usual I’ve been traveling a fair bit… And, as I walk through the airport concourses the inevitable sight as I pass by the magazine racks is the ubiquitous picture of Jennifer Anniston on the cover of almost every other magazine. A well exhibited symptom of America and its unnatural obsession with celebrity… Now I’ve been in a hotel bar, inches away from Jennifer A. and Courtney Cox and her hubby, and frankly she’s nice, not exactly a stunner but somehow she’s ultra famous and wildly celebrated. Well to cut to the chase, what I’m saying is that even if you might profess to hate the paparazzi, to get that depth of media coverage you have to have a hardworking and very efficient PR working for you – it doesn’t just happen by itself. But we’re talking 2006 – but let's turn the clock back to 1965….
For Christmas, my son bought me ‘No Direction Home’ by Robert Shelton, a biography of Dylan, it was his follow-up present to the DVD he bought me for my birthday. I can’t imagine that Dylan had any PR machine in place, but the media just gravitated. And the more he fooled and protested the greater his gravitational pull on them became. I think the two things I came away from the book with were, one, how interconnected his scene was with what our generation was latching onto at the time, like we were into Kerouac, Feringhetti, Lautreamont, and Baudelaire, but we didn’t necessarily think that he would have been reading the same books… (I was really floored when Durrell was mentioned as being on his reading list) plus two, how close it all was to “A Mighty Windâ€
