Please List the Compact Disc Discography

Hopefully all Shudder to Think needs have been satisfied over the past few months.

I am amazed that I managed to find hard copies of everything. What I think is everything.

All since August.

Not a bad run in the bins.

Shudder to Think - Pony Express Record. AKA Music. Bargain bin.

First and Second Found, Separate Trips

I was willing to give everything a chance in the Sub Pop catalog.

Anything and everything. Except for The Dwarves.

I wanted the Pond album. I talked about the Pond album. I never got around to buying the Pond album. Not through mail order. Not through a store. Not for Christmas.

Eventually I started moving away from Sub Pop releases. Towards other bands. Genres. Labels. Pond was forgotten.

Fifteen years later someone grew tired of their Pond compact discs.

The best bargain finds are when you least expect them.

Pond. AKA Music. Bargain bin.

Reposts

The Boo Radleys - Lazarus (Remixes Part II).

Jesus Jones - Perverse.

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As Seen on Here

For about a year I considered the cap.

A sale item. A somewhat comical sale item.

Usually removed from my shopping cart for a somewhat comical compact disc.

Late-era Abnegation. Late-era Bad Trip.

Eventually I made the buy.

I'd like to collect additional non-shirt merchandise. Non-traditional.

Windbreakers. Hats. Jackets.

The elusive Youth of Today sweatpants.

Engine Kid - Angel Wings. Amazon.com. Used.

The T-Shirt to eBay

Of everything on the missing media list, they have probably been on there the longest.

Two albums and an EP.

Loaned to Tony after track practice.

I'd seen him since. Many times. Our families were also friends.

Never an opportunity to get them back.

One down. Two to go.

I wouldn't mind getting the seven inch back as well. It was sold. Possibly given away.

Eric's Trip - Peter. AKA Music. Bargain bin.

0 for 2 and Still Waiting

They were touring Waiting for the Sirens' Call.

This did not include Philadelphia. Of course.

New York it was. I purchased the solo ticket. Assuming I could meet up with friends at the show.

I never mind going to New York. An easy trip. Plenty of people to see. Plenty of things to do.

Even during the week.

A small price to pay to finally see New Order.

Only a few days after purchase I found out when one of my finals was scheduled for.

The night of the show. For a night class. At Ambler.

Few options. Asking for a favor was out of the question. I only showed up for exams.

I had to be responsible. I was. I sold the ticket on Craigslist. Making money. Losing New Order.

Passing the class. Regretting the decision.

New Order - Krafty (Maxi-Single). AKA Music. Bargain bin.

Embodiment of an Era

The decision was made to spend the afternoon at Eric's before going out for the night.

A train ride from Astoria. A walk.

Eric was there. Tom as well. It was nice out, but the afternoon was destined to be spent indoors.

Certain moments stick out. The rest a fog.

Tom standing. Leaning. Sliding against the wall to the floor.

The Hives. Listening to The Hives.

And what Eric billed as the hot new thing out of the U.K. Provided by a friend.

Andrew W.K.

It was something new. It was something fun. It was something the entire room thought came from England.

Party music. Party punk. It left a mark. Although not one that sparked an interest in import buying.

Virtually forgotten until a return to Philadelphia pushed Andrew W.K. back on the map. He was everywhere.

Everywhere among a certain scene or scenes. Getting bigger. And as it turned out. Definitely not from the U.K.

He being one of those American anomalies that seem to make it overseas before breaking here. Reverse success. The Strokes.

This might not be true. Only an impression. Resulting from the total disregard of the domestic music press.

Missing homegrown hype.

Andrew W.K. - I Get Wet. eBay. New.

Nirvana More Important, Second in Preference

The beds were lofted in their dorm room.

Video game consoles taking up a portion of the wall.

Putting the desks under the beds.

Mike near the door.

Ben closer to the window.

Hours spent. Grades reflected how many hours.

Between games. Music talk. Ben's tastes were slightly different. With some overlap. Even more overlap. Over time.

The singles. The silly videos. Post-Nirvana. Nothing sparking more than a casual interest. Passing.

Not for Ben. Ben owned the album. Loaned the album. Still nothing.

It took the follow up.

Foo Fighters. eBay. Used.

Third Party Politics

Did anyone actually ever subscribe to the politics of an Ian Svenonius project?

Did people adopt the Gospel Yeh-Yeh lifestyle the way others embraced straight edge?

Is there a Hickey Underworld?

Who is living it?

The Make-Up - Destination: Love, Live! at Cold Rice. AKA Music. Used.

Pushing on Others as Genius

We'd drive around listening to music. Stopping occasionally at a seedy bar or two. Games of Golden Tee.

Most of our friends were away at school. I had transferred to Temple. Michael had not yet left for Seattle.

Most of the driving was soundtracked by Frank Zappa. Michael was obsessed with Frank Zappa. Continues to be obsessed with Frank Zappa.

I learned about his history. His various phases. His wit. His sarcasm. Doo-wop. Thing-Fish. His many albums. His "offensiveness."

I learned this was someone I could appreciate.

Before the listening parties my knowledge of Frank Zappa was limited to the PMRC, Dweezil and Moon Unit.

There was more too him.

It was different than what I usually listened to. Musically speaking. But the subject matter. the substance. The sentiment. It was right there.

Almost punk. Sarcastic and sardonic.

Around the same time I started to listening to Momus. This was unrelated to the Zappa car rides. However, it had everything to do with my new found love of Japanese pop and rock.

I made an effort to add Momus to the mix. I believed Momus and Zappa to be kindred spirits. Operating on the genius fringe of rock n roll.

Michael was receptive. Appreciative of the lyrical content. The music, not as much. He was a fan of traditional instrumentation. Guitars. Drums. Bass. Rather than Moogs. Casios. Computers.

Recently he's fallen in love with Kraftwerk. Perhaps the time has come for him to revisit Momus.

Momus - 20 Vodka Jellies. AKA Music. Bargain bin.