About a week ago my best friend's mom turned over a collection of records to her and I got to keep a couple that she already had, both of them Jefferson Airplane albums.
I wanted to borrow another that was a Charles Mingus cumba and jazz fusion record so she let me take that too. I haven't really listened to it yet though, when I put it on I left the room and then forgot about it. What I heard sounded kind of strange though! A lot of jazz can be described as hard to listen to, at least in my opinion. Much of it could also be considered an acquired taste.
When we all left her apartment at the same time, I got on my bike to go home and her mom says, "You're just gonna ride home carrying those like that?"
I said, "Yea, are you kidding? I'm a pro."
Then the boyfriend chimes in (just kidding I love you man) and says, "Yep she'll fit right in over there on Mississippi."
"I resent that remark!"
So I don't ride around on my bike with records in one arm thinking that I look like a cool kid. It's not an intentional conversation prompt. I use the bike to get from point A to point B (and sometimes just for fun, too) and sometimes I have to carry some records with me. : )
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