When I was little, my favorite thing in the entire world was listening to music - not on cassettes or on the radio, but listening to vinyl records. My dad had this big collection ranging from The Beatles to Blondie to Tom Jones to Pink Floyd. I credit this randomness to my random music preferences today.
I used to watch in awe as he would pick out an album to play. He would slowly pull the record out of the sleeve and place it on the turn table and carefully place the needle on the record and it would start to play. Every time I would beg him to let me do it, but fearing that my little hands couldn't handle it, he always said no. Then one day, he taught me how to do it - my love of music was never the same. Before long I was collecting albums with him and our collection was pretty massive. But since he's decided to be so "mature" in the divorce, he took them all with him. Not because he wanted them, but because he knew it would upset me. Ridiculous.
My favorite album was Madonna's "Like a Virgin". This was the album that also contained "Material Girl" and "Dress You Up". Completely 80s, but totally fabulous. There are many pictures of me dressed in one of my many leotards, standing on the coffee table with the remote as my mic, singing along to the record. When I talk about that today, many people are shocked that my parents let me sing "Like a virgin, touched for the very first time" at the top of my lungs at such a young age. But my mom saw Madonna as a pioneer and let me adore her.
Yesterday while avoding finals, Matt and I checked out this used record store and my eyes sparkled with excitement when I found my favorite album...and he bought it for me. I've been giddy all weekend. Who needs to study for finals when I can spend the day listening to this...
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