Wednesday 31 March 2010

Am I Really Such A Sadsack? Part One

I stopped by Crying All The Way To The Chip Shop, where londonlee has posted a scene from one of my favourite films of my youth, Diner. In the scene, Shrevie is trying to explain, albeit rather scarily the merits of his record collection and the importance of filing said pieces of vinyl to a rather ambivalent Beth (Ellen Barkin), the scene encapsulates rather well how serious some people take music and in the end you feel rather sorry for Shrevie and the pathetic specimen of a man that he is.

The only other film which, comes close to conveying the, some would say,  sorry life of the record collector is High Fidelity. When I first read the book there was a passage which got me to thinking, god I wish that would happen to me and I started to feel rather envious of Rob until I got a grip and reminded myself that it was a mere work of fiction but then again what if that happened. The scene was not in the finished film, however it has been posted on YouTube.

If you want to watch it you will have to click on the link as the embedding has been disabled for some reason.

I have always had a couple of problems with this scenario from the first time I read the book.

Firstly, the guy couldn't have thought that much of his collection in the first place if he left it and ran away with a young thing. Surely he knew what the consequences would be?

My second problem with the passage/scene is Rob's, frankly pathetic response when the wife says that she only wants fifty quid for the whole priceless collection. All that, "I couldn't do that to another collector" is bollocks, I don't know anybody who in that situation would walk away, no matter how straight your moral backbone was , it's sheer nonsense, you would be down at the cash machine in a shot, insisting that the lady go with you, just in case some other guy was to turn up while you were getting the cash. Anyway,  if you combine it with my highly plausible  argument in point one, then there really is no moral quandary anyway, as the guy didn't deserve the vinyl in the first place.

I used to have nightmares about coming home and finding that L, in a fit of pique had taken all of my records out and made one huge ashtray out of them in the back garden. It was my only worry. I have had to move them all on a couple of occasions and know exactly how much time and effort goes into shifting them, so I reasoned that if some burglar with such good taste managed to get them out of the house and whisked away without anybody being alerted then he (as it would most certainly be a male) deserved the haul.

A couple of years ago I was asked by somebody what record I would save if I only had time to get one out of the house? This thought troubled me, I would be so indecisive that the house would probably come crashing down around me while I was trying to choose. This preyed on my mind for quite a time until I came up with the solution.

So I bought 2 very good quality Swan flight cases, one which could holds 100 12" records and one which could hold 200" 7" ones.

A lot of difficult choices had to be made as to which records warranted inclusion in the boxes and the decisions were not made on financial value as quite a few of the records which are worth money such as the first Fireman album, were never in the running. It took some time but the contents haven't changed that much since then, there have been  a few old ones that have had to make way for certain new ones but no major upheavels. At the moment I am debating as to whether the mighty Fall should have a box all of their own or would it be enough just to save the vinyl I have in the boxes and the Peel sessions box set.

Anyway, to the point of the post, does this information and the further disclosures to be made make me a sadsack or just someone with a healthy interest in music? I know which L believes.

Here are 2 records from the afore mentioned boxes

From the 7" box

Frightened Rabbit -  Head Rolls Off

and the twelves

Slam - Positive Education


davyh said...

You're a sadsack. Obviously.

And those aren't your records.

drew said...

Couldn't be arsed getting the camera out.I was going to take a picture of the boxes but thought that would be really sad.

davyh said...

You're honest, I'll give you that.

"Cecil Taylor, Chick Corea, John Coltrane? Drew's a major league jazzer and I never knew!!"

drew said...

A friend of mine's right into Chick Corea. Fuck me, I thought MES was prolific but he's just playing at it in comparison to Chick. The very same mate once made me listen to an album with a tap dancing horse on it, a very strange fellow indeed and when i come to think of it should be regarded as an acquaintance for that fact alone and we won't mention his worship of the not too fab (in my eyes)four.

davyh said...

Well speaking personally I'd like to hear the tap dancing horse. We pass this way but once.

adam said...

Have you read 'Juliet, Naked'? I found myself getting annoyed at the portrayal of Duncan, the man obsessed more than anyone with the lost american singer, as somebody who simply couldn't function at all with anyone who didn't empathise with his world view.. but then maybe that's not such a leap from some of our obsessions, even if they can be a bit broader than just tucker crowe.

Also can we have a roll call of all the blogger's who've got that mug, in your header picture? I call 2, after your good self.

adam said...

I'd like to apologise for that apostrophe, it's the greengrocer in me...

Swiss Adam said...

I, um, agree with everything written above and in the comments, and recognise meself in lots of it. Sadsack or not, good post Drew.

Anonymous said...

i thought you must be someone off erm nice blog.............

drew said...

Anon - just someone who loves that song. Thanks for commenting