I'm becoming obsessed with the idea of collecting records. By records, I mean the real mccoy: vinyl.
Over the weekend, I spent a lot of money. I've felt really bad for a long time and I think Eric was trying to cheer me up. He bought me CDs, a new blazer and a cocktail dress for the Motley Cruise. Later that night I decided my life wouldn't be complete unless I had a new turntable. Now, I don't spend a lot of cash on any one item - ever. I think women that spend $800 on a pair of jeans or shoes are crazy. Actually, I think women that spend $80 on a pair of jeans or shoes are equally crazy. So, the turntable I purchased was cheap, but I'm pretty excited about it and I can't wait for the arrival. It should be at my home by the beginning to the next week.
Now I want more records. Rare records. Beautiful, early glam records. I was bidding (and winning) a copy of Sheer Greed by Girl. Of course, Girl is a UK glam band that features Phil Lewis (L.A. Guns) and Phil Collen (Def Leppard) before they were famous for their respective bands. The Phils were destined for glam goodness and I really want to own the debut disc.
Taking a hot bath distracted me from my bidding and I lost the auction. The album eventually sold for $15.50. My maximum bid was $15 bucks. Talk about heart-wrenching.
I found a few other copies on eBay, but most are not the same grade quality as the record I lost. I'm also still on the hunt for a supreme quality Shout at the Devil gatefold. All the copies I've ever found are pretty worn. I know someone on this earth owns an unopened copy of Motley Crue's best work.
So, I could make extra mortgage payments, get rid of a student loan, credit card bill or I could spend my cash on records. Records are more fun.
Just like Jackyl says "If it feels good...do it!"