Everybody says they want a million bucks, but I'd rather have a million days with you.
When I was younger, I always found that lyric to be (more than a little) silly but sweet. It never occurred to me that it was entirely self-interested. After all, wouldn't
you trade a paltry million dollars for a 2739-year lifespan?
Labels: funny, music
So several years ago, the Rutgers radio station (
WRSU) had a contest. I don't remember what I did to win it, but somehow I
did win it. And the prize they were supposed to give me was all of
Mary Lou Lord's records up until that point.
So I never got my records.
I was bitter. Even though I really liked her voice, I couldn't bring myself to buy any of the music that I was supposed to get for free. I ended up buying one of her EPs (
Martian Saints) used a long time ago. I listen to it rarely, but it's really good, actually. I've listened to it twice this week. I'm still pissed I never got my free records. Now I'm trying to figure out if I ought to break the moratorium, give in, and just start buying them myself or what.
Labels: media, music, sham
