And actually, it only occurred to me
very, very recently that I could probably now look up all the C. Twins lyrics
that have been dogging me ever since I was a virgin. I just played the
favorite -- the anthem of all CT songs, put on a tape for me by JAY TOBLER
(just sent you the snippet) in Winamp to see if I could remember what I used to
think that one line was (about Rodney), and although my hands were sort of
itching to get on a browser and google that shit, my heart wouldn't let
them. I find I am forced by my own innards to NOT look up the Twins' real
lyrics to that song, because, among other things, I thought Rodney was
important -- a minor god in my teen pantheon -- and because I actually do think
something bad would happen if I try to recut old grooves in my brain.
Melting, perhaps, of the vinyl? You think we don't have vinyl in our brains?
That reminds me, though, of a perfume I
loved when I was about 14, and you'll love the reason I loved it. It was
called "Ruffles" (swear on bibles) and it smelled EXACTLY LIKE A
RECORD STORE. B.C., that is. Like the records themselves -- the
record plastic -- and the ink on the album cover, and the cellophane on the new
ones.
P.S. I don't think they meant it to
smell like that.