Sunday, July 27, 2008

Johnny Rumble:
CD Mixes

As I sit here listening Jenny Rom vs The Zipper's Waka Laka on played on the speed on a crack addict, I do wonder about organizational sanity. In a very real sense, I put media (books, CD, DVDs) in thier alphabetical and chronological orders, and will get completely bent out of shape if just one of issues/box/cases gets out of wack. So much so, it will spur a complete break down of my typically strong willed senses.

This happened today.

Right now, I'm typing on the floor, my moniter is standing on the computer box, which is sideways, only because I have yet to get my furniture in thier rest places. My clothes are ripped out of the closet and dresser, my books and magazines are in a massive unorganized pile in front of the door, and my TV is upside down with SkySports reporting on the transfer season.

This is what happens when something goes astray. My cell phone just went off. But I can't find it. I think it's buried in a box.

But back to the real subject. Mixed CD's. I love them. I love CD mixes. I have a CD dedicated to War songs, to drinking songs, to Footie songs. I used to have a CD full of bagpipe music. I have gone through about five CD mixes of Electronica Music. I have other peoples mixes. I have mixes I found on the road.

Sometimes my organizational sanity will cross breed with my love CD mixes. Usually, I will just organize songs by thier titles, and call it good. Not this time. This time, I went through damn near a spindle of CD-R's trying to make the perfect mix. A love songs mix. Note, I have created exactly two Love Songs albums previous to tonight. And I gave both of them away to the people that inspired them. This one...this one however, has no muse. Call it Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Tasty...Perry Como's Papa Love Mumbo.

Normally, I would allow a slightly lengthy delay between songs if I forgot to program the delay out. Here, I refined it. Coal to Diamonds. And the order of songs. It's spot on. Fifteen perfect songs in the perfect order with the perfect delays with the perfect transitions. It would get me laid if I had a girlfriend. And if I hadn't snapped the disc in half 20 minutes ago.

Let's chaulk it up to memories that are better left suppressed. These memories are in fact a good reason why I haven't been terribly blatant with a particualar girl that asked me out for drinks back in May. I like her, and I can't really find the words to say that. She's smart, sassy, funny, quite beautiful looking, and if she can ever find the modeling work that she really wants, I'm sure that she could make it. And I can go so far as to say this, she's a bit of a hopeless romantic, but with a fiercly independent streak.

Quirky too. She has this phobia of movie theaters.

I'm laughing right now, beacuse out of the 203 hours of music that's on my dear computer, it decided to play Aqua. But no just Aqua, but Aqua's Barbie Girl. Cute.



  1. thinking of a romantic girl under Obsessive Compulsive Disorder syndrome?
    Now this is another classic