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From 45s to the BET awards.

In the span of a couple of hours, I’ve taken a half-century (give or take) musical journey.

I’m sitting here watching the BET awards.  Two hours ago, I was sorting through these:

Kicking it old school.

I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I have a 45 from the Plastic Ono band, but otherwise what I was buying back in the day has stood the test of time.

The Association, The Doors, Mamas and Papas, the Monkees (don’t judge), Elton John, the Archies (I said…don’t judge), Marvin Gaye with Tammi Terrell, Jefferson Airplane, The Box Tops, Petula Clark, Booker T and the MGs and about 30 more.

The discs might be vinyl, the sleeves paper and the box made of metal, but here’s something thought provoking.

Many of the sleeves still had the store price tag on them.  They ranged from 59 to 89 cents. (Don’t forget the flip side, so that’s for two tracks.)

That would mean close to 50 years later, single-track downloads are only twice what they were back in the day.  When we consider that the price of gasoline has increased 20 times during the same period, music continues to be a pretty good deal.  (Thus ends my economic commentary.)

But the journey through the decades didn’t end there.  The closet shelves that contained the 45s, also had a bazillion VHS and cassette tapes.  Why I didn’t get rid of this stuff years ago is beyond me.

While the 45s were carefully cleaned and restored, the VHS and cassette tapes were thrown away with total emotional detachment.

I was flying through the stuff until I hit a stack of books. Included in the pile of fiction, memoirs and self-help books was this:

Not in this lifetime.

Hilarious.  What on God’s green earth could I have been thinking.  (This is actually worse than admitting I have an Archie’s 45.  Did I mention it’s Sugar, Sugar?)

I am the least craft-y person on the plant.  The thought of applying glue on small pieces of paper and slapping them on another object is as appealing to me as writing a doctoral thesis on the mating call of the equatorial iguana.

I must have bought this to give to someone as a gift.  Yeah, that’s it.  I’m just grateful I never owned an 8-track.  Copping to that would have been like admitting that I owned a Plastic Ono Band 45.

Oh, wait.

Categories: Music la la la

2 comments

1 Sue { 06.27.11 at 9:41 pm }

MY Archie’s “Sugar Sugar” came from the back of a cereal box. Swear on my life. I believe it was aqua colored.

2 Sophia { 06.27.11 at 9:44 pm }

That’s funny! I have a 45 that was printed on special thick paper and put in the back of Mad magazine.