Acapulco, Jr. has discovered the record player. When he's not fucking with the "radio" function on our weird TV/VCR/FM unit, he demands that we put on a record. As soon as the music stops, he walks over to me, tugs on my pantleg, points to the record player and goes "Nah!," which means, "Pick me up and let's go change the record." He watches with rapt attention as I take the record out of the sleeve, put it on the mat, press PLAY and drop the needle.
Lately the little guy's taken pulling records out of the more loosely packed lower shelves of the Expedit and bringing them over to me. His latest pick? LAMF. So that's been in heavy rotation the past few days. What a great record. I hadn't listened to it in nearly ten years. Mrs. Acapulco had never heard the Heartbreakers' version of "Chinese Rocks," which she now prefers to The Ramones'.
Before that it was Fleetwood Mac's Tusk, which has grown on me though I don't think I'll ever be a Fleetwood Mac fan. If you put together all the Lindsey Buckingham-penned songs on the record you'd wind up with a really interesting, kind of dirty-sounding new wave pop record, but generally their records leave me cold. Do YOU like Fleetwood Mac? Seriously?
This morning before work, father and son gave a hurried first listen to two new acquisitions, the Homosexuals' Love Guns and the Onna 7" on Holy Mountain.
The Homosexuals 10" has its moments and I suppose you can hear the kinship between this record and the band's original output, but seriously, it's kind of disingenuous to call this band The Homosexuals, dontcha think?
As to the Onna record: okay!