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If nothing else, the process of putting together a collection of personally significant records has been an interesting exercise in mental inventory taking. Don’t let my writings fool you — for every memory recounted here in excruciating detail, countless others have utterly evaporated or only exist as cryptic scribbles in the margins of my psyche. […]

The Boston Phoenix was a fixture in my life from the dawn of the Nineties through the start of the new millennium. The weekly tabloid was the Hub’s answer to the Village Voice, and part of a now-defunct regional media empire which also included Greater Boston’s flagship alt-radio station. Every Thursday or Friday, a van […]

Back to Wax #47: Off we go

March 26th, 2019

My attempt to revisit the first two seasons of Star Blazers last year began as an exercise in childhood nostalgia and ended on a far more somber note than I’d anticipated, thanks to my decision to switch over to the no-punches-pulled original Japanese episodes halfway through. It was a traumatic enough experience to cool my […]

Of the roughly five hundred records I’ve acquired in the past two years, less than a dozen were purchased at brick and mortar establishments. I have nothing against these places. I want them to survive and the scene to remain healthy because I frequently deal with their mail order departments. It’s just that the act […]

Back to Wax #45: The rail deal

February 25th, 2019

I have spent the past week and a half in the grip of La Grippe. The worst bits of it have subsided, but several unpleasant after effects have lingered on. It’s nothing too serious, but does call for some lighter fare until I’m able to steady myself again. Fortunately, I have just the pop confection […]

After we get home from work in the evening, there’s a time frame of roughly an hour where Maura and I are both downstairs feeding the animals and taking care of other immediate concerns. It’s also an ideal window for spinning some records. The downstairs of our home has an semi-open floorplan. What is spun […]

The period from 1993 through 1999 saw my musical tastes broaden tremendously, thanks to punk losing its puritanical stranglehold on me and a twenty-first birthday gift of CD-playing boom box. I kept on buying used vinyl up through 1995 or so, but the bulk of what hit my ears was delivered digitally. Having become the […]

The most valuable item in my record library — according to Discogs Marketplace metrics — isn’t some punk obscurity or limited run test-pressing. That honor goes to the WipeOut 2097 soundtrack, released as a gatefold double LP by Virgin in 1996. It’s not hard to see why the album commands such absurd asking prices. Vinyl […]

During the opening weeks of 2008, the long overdue consequences of my lackadaisical oral hygiene manifested as a raging abscess on an incisor which had been reconstructed after shattering a few years prior. It was the first time I’d experienced such a thing, and so I ignored the escalating levels of pain until they bloomed […]

I’ve written about the “death of Disco” more than a few times over the course of Armagideon Time’s lifespan. Though not as flashy a topic as z-list funnybook characters or Atomic Age anxieties, that fad’s late Seventies flameout touches upon several points of retrological interest. Disco bubbled up from the fringes of pop culture, steamrolled […]

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