I must be happy. I think this is the first time I've blogged twice in one day in ages. I think I've referred to this subject before on the site but I'm not sure. Anyway, when we were moving, I was listening to Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" album (vinyl, of course). This used to be my all-purpose daily housework album, until we moved. Sometime between packing up to move and unpacking when we got here, the album vanished.
I have been searching everywhere for the past two years for the record. I have emptied and re-emptied drawers, unpacked and re-packed attic boxes, searched between books, you name it. I even started looking for a replacement at the local used record store, Val's. This has fattened my jazz record collection but done nothing to replace the Boss.
This morning, I started pulling out all of my old picture mounting items. Now follow this closely and you'll see how warped my mind is. In the process of looking for my left-over mat board, I got thinking about my college friend (and incredibly gifted photographer), Brian, who I have recently re-connected with. I recalled a cool photo that Brian took of a Roche & Dinkeloo building in Rye, NY. Wouldn't it be cool to get that back up on the wall? I soon began rifling through the many over-sized manila envelopes I have that are filled with various items from my portfolio and photos and artwork given to me by others. I spent a few minutes looking at the cool print I have from Hogarth's Rake's Progress - a real goodie, at the end of the progress, where he is in the asylum and a guy is scratching out his brains. Wouldn't it be great to frame this? Cool print but not so appropriate for the bungalow. Maybe the kitchen, when it gets re-done. Anyway, I digress.
I found Brian's photo, well protected and still in the original mount. Considering my search done, I finished glancing at the final envelopes, thinking I new what was in the last few. Instead of wasting the time and un-clasping them, I just held them up to the light to double check. In the final envelope, I couldn't see through it and felt it was a little heavy. What the hell's in here? I glanced inside and immediately knew what I had discovered: Born to Run. I must have already packed my record sleeves when I finally got around to packing the stereo and my portfolio items were all that were left in the house so I stashed the album safely there.
Well, I'm glad to have found it. Hopefully housework will now be a bit easier.