Death Metal!

Ok, ok, this post isn't about death metal. I know fuck all about death metal. But that is ok.

Actually, this is about my new Nashville Pussy CD. I am a HUGE Nashville Pussy fan. I think they are great; and they have such a naughty name it's just funny to say. A good friend of mine calls them "you know, that Redneck Vagina band" and another friend just asks me if I went to see "Nashville P-word" last night. 

So, you must be thinking, why in the sam hell is this post titled "Death Metal" and this dumb bitch is talking to me about Nashville Pussy? (Although someone should invent a drinking game where every time I write or say Nashville Pussy, someone takes a drink). 

No, this post is about the death of the CD.

I remember, long ago, in a galaxy far away, when I rode a school bus one afternoon....some kid told me about how awesome CDs were. I was firmly stuck in the land of all things cassette due to the face I'd inherited my sister's Walkman (a product banned in my family and very surreptitiously purchased by my sister and mum one day when I was about five) and her entire collection of KISS tapes. To be fair, I didn't really inherit them as much as steal them when she went away to college. I also discovered all her Metal Edges and Hit Paraders, thus taking me down this terrible road of rock n roll. (My mum rues the day I found those magazines).

I loved tapes. I loved the little beeps at the end of each side, and how if the tape machine ate the tapes, you could rewind it with a pencil. I loved unfolding the insert inside a tape and reading all the song lyrics and looking at the teeny tiny little pictures (usually of Bret Michaels' abs). 

I still love tapes, and if anyone has a tape to tape player where you can make copies, please let me know...I need to borrow it.

Ah yes, I digress again.

I went very grudgingly into the world of CDs. They seemed big and ugly and you could damage or scratch them way too easily. And of course, my first CDs were some highly embarrassing purchases. Look, when every other little kid in your class liked Alanis Morrisette, Coolio, and the Grateful Dead you were just kind of stuck with world's shittiest music collection. 

When I grew up, and moved to the big city (haha), I discovered record stores. I never really have done the record thing, although I do own a small, nice selection of Ratt, Kiss, and Tammy Wynette albums. But I fell in love with record stores. There I could browse through all kinds of obscure CDs, and I could learn about music I had no chance of hearing while imprisoned in the podunk town where I grew up. 

These days, lots of record stores are going out of business. It's a sad thing. Apparently, everyone is too wrapped up in purchasing music off the darn computer. I know it's a silly thing to say while typing on one of these infernal machines, but I'm something of a Luddite. I HATE technology. My entire job and life seems to be centered around this darn thing!! Oh god, I've digressed again...

ANYWAY, I just got the new Nashville Pussy CD, and it has something that fucking iTunes doesn't. (not that I hate iTunes, i'm very guilty of having a bottle of wine and buying too many dwight yoakam cds. seriously. i did that last week). My lovely new CD just has character. It has album art. It has lyrics. It has the little section where they thank billy bob and susie ann and bullfrog their bus driver. It's been one of my life's aspirations to be thanked in the CD booklet.

This is why the death of CDs really upsets me. How is anyone EVER going to know that I was thanked by some awesome band if they get rid of CDs? What a bummer.