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We re-discovered an old box of vinyl records this weekend.

The selection used to be owned (and I’m sure thoroughly enjoyed) by J’s mom & dad. And let me tell you, it doesn’t disappoint. What’s more, I think it’s only half of the total vinyl awesomeness that once was. The picks are a lot of 70s and 80s, and includes bands and artists I know well and others I have no clue of. Thank you, YouTube.

What I’ve learned about this time in music is, well, a few things. For one, drugs are amazing and awful. The clothes, the hair, the band names,and the album and song titles. Second, duos and trios rule. Or maybe these decades just had an affection for the ampersand. Hall & Oates. Chad & Jeremy. Crosby, Stills and Nash. Ike & Tina.  Loggins & Messina. Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass.

And lastly, and this is a no-brainer: Mustaches rule. Peruse (and enjoy) the awesome evidence of ‘staches:

I can’t believe how much money I’ve spent on cds. Yes, compact discs.

So futuristic. So round. So awesome. I love everything about a new cd. The cover art. The art of getting the label sticker off to open the case. Would there be lyrics included? That’s always a bonus. Who would the artist thank? What producers stepped in and on what tracks and where did they use a sample? I have spent so many hours (and dollars!) in music stores — Blockbuster music, Uncle Sam’s, FYE. I would search for cds with B-sides; cds with live versions; cds imported from other countries (my fave!); cds with bonus tracks; cds with remixes. New cds, used cds. I loved them all.

Nobody can say I didn’t do my part to help keep the cd industry alive throughout the 90s.

But then along came the devil, eh, I mean Steve Jobs, er, I mean, Apple, oh yeah, and the iPod. And so it seems, the death of cd sales.

Will scrolling through iTunes be the only way the youngest generation knows how to ‘shop’ for music? Ugh. Someone bring me a cassette tape player, stat, I need to make a mix tape that conveys how I feel.

Nothing says ‘staycation’ like a trip south to Miami.  I think the last time I went to Vizcaya was … maybe in elementary school?!  For the Renaissance Festival, I think.  In other words, it’s been awhile.

Who can resist a National Historic Landmark? Especially one as beautiful as Vizcaya.  The weather was perfect, a beautiful bridal photo shoot was happening, tourists were fluttering about and I even learned a thing or two.  What more could I ask for on a day off of work!?

I know it’s 2010.  Even though we haven’t made it to a George Jetson lifestyle with talking diaries and flying cars, we’re sooo beyond Atari and 3 lb.-cell phones it’s not even funny.  I’m amazed at technology.  What’s more, I’m amazed with how it  has taken over people’s lives.  I mean, we can’t be expected to find our way to someone’s house on our own – can we?! Has a 10-year-old ever seen a paper map?  I can’t believe we don’t have something to remind us to breathe.  Oh, I hope I didn’t just jinx us.  We just can’t seem to stay away from the conveniences of technology.

The chatting and texting while driving.

The Facebook updates.

The Tweets.

My friend O and I were talking about this, and she mentioned how people don’t even know how to date without technology.  She said nobody gets ASKED on a date anymore – they get texted.  No starring at the phone for hours, then finally dialing only to hang up – repeat five more times.  On the sixth attempt, you hear a ring and a … “Hello?”  Hang up.  Nope, no more.  Instead, getting asked on a date is rendered to: R U free Mon?

What’s worse, the questions via Facebook.

Hey, can you watch my cats next week?

No, not unless you call and ask me.

Aaaarrgh!  For now, I’m just sticking by my pay-as-you-go phone for as long as possible.

Do you still use the phone?

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