tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326339.post116107409297537931..comments2023-10-21T07:14:37.880-07:00Comments on Jazz: The Music of Unemployment: Getting and SpendingAndrew Durkinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471871547839907538noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326339.post-1161591006664233002006-10-23T01:10:00.000-07:002006-10-23T01:10:00.000-07:00Yes, Toffler was a horny bastard. But then, it was...Yes, Toffler was a horny bastard. But then, it was the seventies (and <I>Future Shock</I> actually started as an article in <I>Playboy</I>).<BR/><BR/>The day before my journey up to PDX, I stopped in Amoeba to stock up on driving music. I was sort of pressed for time, and I had to wait about a half an hour to find a parking spot. Then I had to gulp down my coffee before entering. Once I got inside I found that I was essentially fucked because I had forgotten to bring my running list of CDs-to-get.<BR/><BR/>My feeling is that if you're gonna have to deal with the capitalist paradigm just to get your ears on some new music, then the process might as well be <I>fun</I>. And I realized as I was standing in line with about fifty other people that Saturday, my arms full of hastily-grabbed "product" (half of the CDs I picked up that day turned out to be crap, BTW), that I have never had fun while shopping at Amoeba -- despite the fact that I drool every time I enter the place. I know this because I <I>have</I> had fun at other shops around town -- Poobah, Aron's (RIP), Penny Lane, the Brand Library in Glendale (whoops, that's not technically shopping, is it?).Andrew Durkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11471871547839907538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326339.post-1161584862369477062006-10-22T23:27:00.000-07:002006-10-22T23:27:00.000-07:00I dunno. My approach to Amoeba's is mainly to stic...I dunno. My approach to Amoeba's is mainly to stick to the used clearance bin. Got a couple of awesome Stu Liebig CDs for cheap.<BR/><BR/>I only ever read Future Shock, which I picked up in a used paperback shop in Cagayan De Oro. Apparently we should all be able to breathe underwater by now. I also liked the ostentatiously casual way he kept inserting the word "sex" into his musings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326339.post-1161501845343997532006-10-22T00:24:00.000-07:002006-10-22T00:24:00.000-07:00You read Toffler? Wow, man... Previews & Premises ...You read Toffler? Wow, man... <I>Previews & Premises</I> pretty much rocked my world while I was an undergrad. <BR/><BR/>You and I are both fairly quiet dudes, you know - I'm convinced we never would have known how much we had in common if it weren't for this blogging business.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of which, I was in Amoeba today. You ever been there on a Saturday when they do their charity junk auction? It's a good idea, but the guy with the mic drove me absolutely nuts. Plus I get stressed out being in both crowds AND big stores, so I'm usually so mentally fried by the end of the Amoeba experience that I'm worthless for the rest of the day.<BR/><BR/>Still, managed to find some Feldman I was looking for (String Quartet 1979 on Naxos), some Earle Brown on CRI, Xenakis (Pleiades), the new Bert Jansch (check him out) and a Caetano Veloso compilation on Nonesuch. Just picking out those five discs was such a major (I agree, frightening) undertaking... I wish there was a neighborhood place down here that I could trust. Poo-Bah in Pasadena is great, but they're usually so far out of my way...Kris Tinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01605676500619480309noreply@blogger.com