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i was thinking the other day about all the music tapes memorabilia i have and i figured i had a lot of things, so i wrote it out in list form to see just how many, and as it turns out, i have more things than i thought.
we’ll list in order of most common to most rare. or at least what i think is most common and most rare. i’m not sure about some of the things and i’m too lazy to try to figure it out. but the last thing is most definitely most rare.
(also i recognize that the singing saw at christmastime isn’t “the music tapes” per se, but go with it. but if i am going by that logic, shouldn’t i also be listing both chocolate usa cds? i have them both. consider them listed.)
(that last item is one of my most prized possessions in the history of prized possessions and would probably be the first thing i would try to rescue if my house were ever to catch fire. it was one of the most lovely days i have ever had and i hold it very close.)
(and of course there’s also the metronome love patch sweater and the music tapes garland i made, but those don’t really count as they are not officially sanctioned music tapes memorabilia, right? [although they could be! and maybe should be??? they should let me know. well, first they should know about their existences. and then, yeah! payment could be monetary and/or in physical manifestations of appreciation and adoration. i mean, who wouldn’t want cuddle times with any of those fellows and/or a seven foot tall metronome?])
proof that my father is the best father: he still has (or at least he did as of late 2010/early 2011, and i’m pretty sure he hasn’t sold it [i think he would’ve mentioned doing such a thing to me]) a banjo neck stashed in away at his house for this banjo.
also we just acquired two band saws from a family friend who was going to sell them for scrap and we’re talking about making banjos (at least necks) and i’m really nerdily excited about it. i’ve been wanting to put together my own banjo for a while, since my dad has done a few of his own that have come out really beautifully. i want to start carving and engraving wood. i think i would be good at it because i like doing monotonous things that other people find tedious and boring that yield pretty results, and i have a nice idea for a heel carving, but i don’t know anything about carving wood, so now seems like a good time to learn.
in the third grade, we did a production of alice in wonderland. i was supposed to be the daisy. i had one line, which was comprised of one word (daisy), and i was supposed to sing in the flower chorus for the song the golden afternoon. BUT THEN, DISASTER STRUCK.
all through my school years, i would get strep throat at least once a year. and i got strep throat a day or two before opening night and missed the one or two performances of the play we were doing (i think there was a matinee for the school and parents who were available during the school day, and then a performance in the evening). my understudy had to step in (she was somehow even more timid and shy than i was, which is most certainly a feat, given that i was so ridiculously shy in the third grade). i was devastated, i had never been in a real play before (i was the farmer’s wife in our kindergarten presentation of the song the farmer in the dell. and i actually had a wicked fierce crush on the farmer [dylan something, it was either thomas {not the poet} or roberts], but this girl who didn’t like me told him that i liked him and i had to stop liking him because that’s how your brain works in kindergarten) and i was so looking forward to it. my mom made me the best costumed and a great daisy headpiece. BUT THEN, THINGS GOT EVEN MORE SAD.
my parents had gone grocery shopping (they always went grocery shopping friday afternoon/evenings), and i was at home watching wheel of fortune. and the show was ALICE IN WONDERLAND THEMED. i cried a lot.
i always get a little sad when i hear that song.
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