For 2025, I will be journaling a song a day that I hear. The
plan is to not plan on what these songs will be, just tunes I encounter through
living that provoke some sort of thought, emotion, whatever to make it worth
noting.
Wednesday, January 1, 2025 – Approximately 6 p.m.
https://open.spotify.com/track/43G3McVkRa8V7oGQzfQuRr?si=a73f343a120d46e7
Song: Let’s Go
Artist: The Cars
Mode of consumption: Vinyl LP first song on album Candy-O
Jodi sits down to our dining room table as this song hits its
chorus, “I like the nightlife, baby. She says.”
I joke that Jodi resembles this song.
“Oh yeah, I’m all about the nightlife.”
We’ve been married since 2008, we’re in our forties, and we’ve
known each other since the beginning of time. At least since the beginning of
time as far as two children of the 80s are concerned. We’ve probably had similar
conversations concerning lyrics from a hundred other songs over the years. We’re
not “nightlife” people. Me, not since leaving the newspaper industry over nine
years earlier, and her, never.
The album cover features an orange-haired woman in a
translucent black leotard and black high heels sprawled across the hood of a line-art
image of a car. It’s provocative, and among album art and popular music enthusiasts,
considered iconic.
The album comes from a lot I bought in the summer of 2024.
We are screening albums regularly to decide what to keep and what to resell. We
have a couple other Cars albums, and while this one is solid, our decision
comes down to whether we like the album art enough to make it a keeper. I don’t
know if that makes us snobbish or shallow, but I have somewhere around 500
albums in my current collection and storage space is a plausible concern.
“Maybe this will be the album that’s worth a million,” Jodi
says later.
“It might get to the point where they all add up to the
million,” I answer, putting the album in the for-sale pile.
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