i really like listening to music on my old hifi. i have a cd collection. i like the ritual.
click of the eject button. clatter of the tray coming out. pop of the jewel case as it opens. kinda scary slight bend of the cd as it is bent, pulled from its case. clack of the tray as the disk goes in. clatter as it retracts.
my favourite cd that i have at the moment is floral green by title fight. i snagged it from barnes and nobles (overpriced bullshit, but my wallet survived) for my bday last year. its the only disk in my collection that i both like and that isnt music handed down from my parents. i mean mostly disks they handed down to me but also the aerosmith's greatest hits and pearl jam's ten cds i bought myself. they're not bad. they're just hand-me-down music from my parents.
the only song i knew off that album when i got it was head in the ceiling fan, which i think everyone knows if they know title fight. i didnt know any of the other tracks. i still dont. but i listen to the disk through from beginning to end and it is all good. i do not notice when the tracks end, but the music feels good.
title fight gives me that teenage dirtbag feeling i just narrowly missed (i am barely out of my teens). im trying to make up for it. sitting on the garage roof out my bedroom window listening to them and drinking oversteeped bitter as shit black tea i made in my room because my overbearing parents dont allow me to. (i am not a child, i am just treated like one). spraying shitty graffiti practice on the trees in my hangout spot that isn't technically secret because my sister knows about it but i don't think she ever goes there and she probably forgot about it.
the first title fight song i heard was safe in your skin. the second i heard was head in the ceiling fan. they were not far apart. they both formed the basis of my 'dirtbag tea' playlist, which is a grungy shoegaze playlist i listen to when i drink my tea on the roof. i haven't done that ritual in a while but next time i do it i will use the floral green cd and not the playlist on youtube music. streaming sucks cd fuck. feel free to quote me on that.
if i had my own weed to smoke i would totally smoke it on the roof. i don't. i have a vape that i found and laid finders-keepers claim to but the one time i hit it it didn't do shit but make me zone out more than i already do. plus nicotine sucks for a high and its apparently suuuper addictive so i stick to bumming hits off my friends when they come to visit from their colleges. which isn't often. we're half a year in and it's been twice. i miss them.
though lowkey the weed didn't do much for me. maybe i'm just a natural heavyweight. or i didn't notice the effects. probably the latter. idk i always zone out so much i wouldn't know. but the smoking (or hit, because these are dab pens we're working with) is fairly pleasant.
i'm not a tea snob. i'm not picky about what tea i drink. sometimes i feel black, or green, or like i want it with milk (not that often) or masala and milk and sugar (a little more often than milk but it's a different drink so it doesnt count at all). i do appreciate and prize the fancy teas, and note some of the differences between fancy black tea and cheap black tea. but i'll drink the cheap shit too. as long as it tastes strongly enough like anything.
i put the floral green cd on just before i started to write this. it is 30 something minutes long. it stopped playing a bit ago. i was too focused on writing to notice. i just pressed play to start it over. it's still pleasant and unfamiliar-familiar. in a different way than familiar music on streaming. i like it. it's a better unfamiliar-familiar.
i'm gonna go make tea.