thomchrastka

Been staring for a hundred hours
run down a spiral drainkeep
mouth clamped tight,
and it isn’t right
three words keep running round my mind
but my tongue is hard to find
i need to let it go,
because i know dark secrets burn their vessel
tearing out to grab a mouthful
chunk of heart destroyed by quiet
yell it out before it kills you now
let it all out
i want you…
used to let rumors do my work
they got around real well
now they only hurt, it’s a liar’s quirk
this time i gotta say it straight
i mean to do some good
i’m calling out your name, while the chance remains
i want you…
so now you know where i come from
my secret’s come undone
my heart revealed my cause
i’m lying naked at your feet
don’t crush the heart that beats
take me at my word, it may sound absurd
but i want you…

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It’s Christmas Night. I’m about to head out to dinner. Wrapping presents and listening to the sounds of the house doesn’t still quite feel like Christmas. I’ve had to work so many of these days that Tuesday February 11th, 2014 feels just as important. But…oh shit… There’s a Doctor Who tonight… And a big one…

Ok, ok, ok, fine… It’s Christmas.

Oh, and brain is in audition and sound design mode.

John Logan’s “RED” is opening at Onyx Theater January 10, 2014. Cory Goble and Taylor Hanes are a powerful pair. No matter what side of the stage I’m on, there are always new tools added to the crate.

Remind me to get a passport.

 

A trip to Record City made the blog box do a seismic jump. Dust flew.
A part of my brain said, “Ahem…”
Another part said, “Wha?”
Another said, “Oh shit! You have a god damned blog!”

So…. Here I is.

LateSunday/EarlyMonday – sore throat, red eyes, back of the neck hot on pillowtop. Can’t sleep, but nap all day long.

EarlyTuesday – less sore, still sweating it out. Apologize to pillow. Get up, pretend to be well. Shower, shave, dress, take shirts to cleaners, take car to oilers, take self to recorders…. I mean, record shop…… I mean, that purple shack one block east of Paradise Road on Sahara next to the Presidential Shave. You know, Record City,  the place that looks like it’s been shuttered for years.

I think it actually has shutters… or am I romanticizing steel bars?

Is it purple? Not sure…

But it is open. Car out front, sandwichboard, screen door (steel door?) open, small house, normal doorknob, record store inside, smells like music stores should. Papery almost sandy.

Lots of vinyl, and not just your used record store Frampton, Mac, Hoople, Jim Neighbors selection, no.

This joint has some very good musics indeed!

Jesus Lizard, Funkadelic, Hendrix, Stereolab (really?! in vegas? Does anyone in Vegas purchase Stereolab records??).

In my fever, I bought much too much. I have to go back for the Stereolab at a later date. And the 33% off retail made for some 180gram Vinyl steals.

Anyway, I haven’t been excited by a record shop in such a long time. I miss my Reckless Records and although this joint pales in comparison, it has a charm to it in being so local and so quietly good. This store knows Kung Fu, but doesn’t brag about it, doesn’t need to, only needs to use it when it’s being mugged in a dark alley and doesn’t tell anyone at the bar about the incident when they show up a few minutes later.

Record City.

300E. Sahara Ave.
2 blocks East of “The Strip”
Phone: (702) 735-1126
Store Hours: 9am – 5pm / Mon – Sat