Today was another day of mass-spending, blowing nearly $100 on CDs. At Amoeba I got myself (Beware, Becky and anyone else who doesn't want to read CDs listed, you might want to skip down to the *) The Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs boxed set ($28 used), an old Jayhawks album from 1997 ($5 used), Belle and Sebastian's new The Life Pursuit (which is amazing, I've had it downloaded but want to support the band), Andrew Bird's latest release The Mysterious Production of Eggs (new, unfortunately), and the Ghosty debut.
*The band Ghosty (who hail from Lawrence, KS and were enrolled as recently as 2003 at KU) didn't even have their own section, meaning there was no little placard that said "Ghosty" with Ghosty CDs behind it. I had to look under "Rock: Misc. G". And this wasn't at some provincial record store in Podunk, B.F.E.; this was at Amoeba in San Francisco, the self-proclaimed "largest indie record store in the country". I was looking for something even they didn't really know about.
God, I felt musically knowledgable (pretentious).
After splurging on the aforementioned CDs, I went over to American Apparel and promptly purchased two t-shirts, both in colors I didn't know they made for guys. Exciting (and potentially gay) stuff, yes--but before your imagination goes wild, let me say that I'm not brave enough to break those shirts out by themselves.
The lavender one is for use as an undershirt.
You think I'm joking, but you can't be sure.
The other shirt, a greenish-teal color, was cool, but looked a bit plain so I took it a custom screenprinted at this custom screenprinting place down the street. I should have been skeptical from the moment I saw the faux-punk rock tats and giant ear piercings guys working the counter, but I thought to myself, What the hay. It's San Francisco. Everyone dresses a little off.
After searching through their selection I found a palmetto tree, cresent moon, and kitschy-fonted South Carolina graphic that caught my eye. But I couldn't decide if I really wanted it or not, if I should get it. After nearly thirty minutes of indecision spent standing around outside the store (I can't think clearly while being waited on), I finally reasoned with myself that if I spent all that time and came up empty-handed, I would never forgive myself.
So I went back in.
"I want this one," I said to the guy. "Make it so."
And so he did. Slightly off-center and angled to the left.
I hope they have a good return policy.
You heard it here first--these guys are going to be huge. They're catchy and interesting and great. And they're my age--which, of course, makes me infinitely jealous. Damn you, Ghosty, for being so good and so soon into life.
Here's a link to their song Clouds Solve It , featuring Wayne Cohen of The Flaming Lips(!)