For this assignment, you have to find an item you have an emotional attachment to, take a picture of it and tell the story about it.
When I was fifteen, I told my parents I wanted a record player for Christmas. I was already a music lover and collected CDs, but I decided I wanted to collect records. There is something about the sound of a record that I love. It has that warm crackling sound, and it sounds different than any other format you can listen to music on (I think it sounds better).
My parents thought I was crazy. They had not even thought about records since the 80s and thought it was pointless for me to get records because they are so dated. Even though they thought I was crazy, they got me the one you see above. I’ll never forget dropping the needle in the groove of a record for the first time. I have been hooked ever since. I go digging for records any chance I get, and I try to find a local record shop if I travel somewhere. I have even sold almost all the CDs I owned, which was about 300, and focus strictly on vinyl.
I have owned a couple turntables since, but I will never forget my first record player because it all started with that one. I am grateful my parents took a chance in buying it for me because they probably thought I would never use it. It actually needs a new needle now because I have worn it out. The record player would mean nothing to me if I did not have any records though. Here is what I’ve accumulated since I was fifteen.
This is me. The kid with the sick granny
Who dreamed I could sit pretty, and I could lift Grammys
And I was better off rich
and now I’m older with issues the money can’t fix
how naïve that I could be
The assignment was to take 5 lines from a song that describes your life and to explain why. So here it is…
These five lines are taken from a song by Has-Lo called Everything Is. They first two lines mean a lot to me. My grandma passed away fourteen months ago, and she was like my second mother. I lived with her, and she was on and off sick since about 2000. For the longest time I was, “The kid with the sick granny, who dreamed I could sit pretty, and I could lift Grammys,” because I was also into music and often fantasized about being some sort of famous musician. I also wanted to be rich (who doesn’t) but as you grow older you realize how naive it is to think money can fix everything.
Here is the song for you to listen to, and hopefully enjoy. I’m posting the remix to it called “Never Was Yours” because I like the beat a little bit better than the original, but it has the same lyrics.