Mar. 11, 2010 at 1:35am with 39 notes View comments
throwback thursdayththgpoy
Sometime late last summer I discovered a crate of my parents’ vinyl and for a while afterward a record was usually featured in my GPOYW. Visually, my favorite album cover was The Rolling Stones “Sticky Fingers”, because HELLO REAL JEANS ZIPPER IN THE CARDBOARD. But the best photo overall was the one where I was holding a copy of The Byrds “Mr. Tambourine Man”. It’s one of my all-time favorite songs. One of the songs that I know so well it predates any of my concrete childhood memories, because my dad played it over and over the year I was born. With all due respect to Robert Zimmerman, I think it’s beautiful, the superior version by far and the kind of thing I could fall asleep to every night for the rest of my life.  (Other songs I’ve known longer than I’ve known myself include Linda Rondstadt’s “Blue Bayou”, John Lennon’s “Beautiful Boy” and Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London”. I misheard and therefore always sang “London” as “thunder”, a mistake I didn’t correct until I was 26. I still think Werewolves of Thunder makes more sense, because don’t the piano chord sequences sound like werewolf thunder would sound if werewolf thunder were a thing?) The “Mr. Tambourine Man” photo wasn’t particularly notable except that it was the first time in a very long time that I looked at a picture of myself and genuinely liked it. I liked it so much that I reposted it maybe five times over the course of a few months and probably because I kept sticking it in their faces three of my followers did fun photoshops of it. I think that stevewhitaker did this one, but I’m not certain and it could have been either ronbailey or nilszero. This all happened more than six months ago now. In a way it feels much longer than that and in another way it feels like yesterday. And so it goes.

Sometime late last summer I discovered a crate of my parents’ vinyl and for a while afterward a record was usually featured in my GPOYW. Visually, my favorite album cover was The Rolling Stones “Sticky Fingers”, because HELLO REAL JEANS ZIPPER IN THE CARDBOARD. But the best photo overall was the one where I was holding a copy of The Byrds “Mr. Tambourine Man”. It’s one of my all-time favorite songs. One of the songs that I know so well it predates any of my concrete childhood memories, because my dad played it over and over the year I was born. With all due respect to Robert Zimmerman, I think it’s beautiful, the superior version by far and the kind of thing I could fall asleep to every night for the rest of my life. 

(Other songs I’ve known longer than I’ve known myself include Linda Rondstadt’s “Blue Bayou”, John Lennon’s “Beautiful Boy” and Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London”. I misheard and therefore always sang “London” as “thunder”, a mistake I didn’t correct until I was 26. I still think Werewolves of Thunder makes more sense, because don’t the piano chord sequences sound like werewolf thunder would sound if werewolf thunder were a thing?)

The “Mr. Tambourine Man” photo wasn’t particularly notable except that it was the first time in a very long time that I looked at a picture of myself and genuinely liked it. I liked it so much that I reposted it maybe five times over the course of a few months and probably because I kept sticking it in their faces three of my followers did fun photoshops of it. I think that stevewhitaker did this one, but I’m not certain and it could have been either ronbailey or nilszero.

This all happened more than six months ago now. In a way it feels much longer than that and in another way it feels like yesterday. And so it goes.

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