Sad Heart

Graywhale is probably the best record store I've ever been to. I went to Randy's and Dia a few times as well, but always was fond of Gray. And thats sick finding Takk for so cheap.

I offered $50 and then $55. He didn't accept. Wants at least $65 for just the LP. Just a heads up to anyone else interested.

I have lye and a shovel.

'Let me google that really quick.'

$65 PPD is lowest that guy will go for SSTB. Ugh. I want it so bad, and sold 2 records, but can't justify it.

Guys, I might go adopt this 4 year old tomorrow:

Waves gone. Buy the rest guys.

So I took a picture of most of the receipts from my local record store while I lived in Salt Lake City. Roughly 14 months worth. And this is just that one store. That doesn't include my vacation purchases, the other local shop, Discogs / VC / online, etc. I think I have a problem. Jared will understand.

I just moved so I really need to frame these guys and hang them. Problem is, only so of my walls are drywall. The rest are unfortunately concrete. Speaking of Rob Jones, I have a few: A few of my other prints:

I live in Seatlle. It's always raining. Haha.

Fair enough.

I had seen them so many times in my late teens and early 20s. My favorite was with MCS at Lynchburg College back in 2005. Very random show that the school event board had put together. (My gf at the time was on the board and I suggested to get them cause they were both on tour and randomly were in the same state, at the same time, and magically both had the day off.) They played in the really small auditorium and pretty much no one but me and buddy knew who they were. I remember losing my shit to them, crowd surfing and starting failed push pits. So much fun. Sad news.

A lot of people watch it just to see how much it goes for. At least Derek and I do that all the time.

You stole my gif.

Last time I saw Fear Before was their farewell tour at some shitty club in Richmond. It was amazing. I can't remember for the life of me who they played with. Anyone remember?

I'll send Logan about 80% of these:

I just found a Green Day sticker circa 2004 along with a few press passes from 2005. Geez. I'm amazed I have them. I never hold onto that kinf of stuff, especially for that long.

A few still left. One more bump before it goes into the ether...

When I moved, I used a large priority box and labeled it 'record shit'. I can't believe how much shit I have from the last 3 years. Haha.

One of my drawers of my media center is dedicated to all the shit you get from RSD, or orders, or inside records. It's so full of flyers, stickers, CDs, hand outs / inserts, promo posters, RSD stuff, it's ridiculous. I don't have the heart to throw it away.

You're right. I should start listening to ICP.

Have you heard their lastest album? It's actually pretty good. Simple for what it is, not technical at all, but still pretty damn catchy. I really liked it.

Target was my first job when I was 17. The dress code is pretty damn lax. They even let tattoos show (since my employment) and allow you to keep piercings in. Plus you can pretty much wear an nice style shirt you want. They use to always make everyone wear red polo shirts, but they did away with that (from what I can tell). I frequent Target a lot cause I will gladly pay the "creature fee" -- what I refer to as paying a little more so I don't have to deal with the creatures of Walmart plus milfs, milfs everywhere. Funny story about how I quit that job. So I did backroom stock for about a year there. Towards the end of my run, they started staffing fewer and fewer people. This gradually started pissing me off more and more cause I was working more and more. Not more hours, but shittier shifts and doing more work in the same amount of time. Target was fantastic of not going to 36 or however many hours was needed for full time, always that 1 hour short. Then it was working on my birthday alone, July 4th alone, Saturdays alone. So eventually my fed up and mature teenage self got fed up. I remember hitting my boiling point when this shitty floor manager, or whatever the fuck useless title they gave there was, asked me to do her job duties yet again. I got on my walkie and politely said "Hey, it's Matt in the back. Heard your request. Get fucked." I then proceeded to walk up to every asshole upper management employee currently working and hold up my middle finger in front of their face and told them "fuck you". Since my manager who just sat in his office all day, the one who hired me, the one I hated the most, I saved a trip to his office for last. I made my way to the front and said "I can tell that you had high ambitions as a kid, and completely managed to fuck all of that up which led you to become the manager of a fucking Target, and a shittier manager at that. I'm smart enough to know I won't waste my time to give you my two weeks notice. Grow a dick, fuck yourself, treat your employees better, and act like a man, cause you are a fucking child. Take care, Marty." I went home and told my Dad and he laughed hysterically. The best part is that I went back into that Target a week or so later and most of the people I told to "get fucked" were working and they were so shocked that I came back in. A kid needs his damn Doritos and Dr. Pepper. Duh.

Or put it on ebay to begin with.

Haha thanks for the brotherly love. Appropriate in most all circumstances.