Prince

[Drunk Monk]

Last night, I was at my mom's.  I dug through my vinyl, looking for my copy of 1999, but there's so damn much crap hoarded in my old room that I couldn't get to it.  I couldn't find it.  It was upsetting because I know it's there somewhere, and a pic of my vinyl might have ruled my instagram for a few minutes.  I have some wacky vinyl in storage - Bonnie Tyler, soundtrack for Streets of Fire, also the original Star Wars soundtrack, Peter Gabriel's german versions, and several high-fidelity Wagner records.  It was also upsetting because I know I have to deal with all of that stored crap someday.  If I could get my act together, I'd start chipping at it now, maybe a box a week or something.  

Still mourning.