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I had three missions in mind when I got up at the crack of nine am, this morning:

a) Get new tires put on
b) Get a new freezer/weedwhacker
c) GET SOME LIVE YES TO WATCH

Well, it turns out that they didn't have my tire-size (*shock, surprise*)..so I forewent that and may either order said tires or go somewhere else....They didn't have the freezer size that I wanted..so..I will shop around for that, too...I *did* find the coolest cordless weedwhacker that I went crazy for - just what I need; it's perfect - but also want to shop around, BUT, ANYWAY -

- before we did ANYTHING ELSE (PRIORITIES, people), today, I made Teh Man take us to Record Connection, AKA Indi's Crack Store. I'd asked if he could help, because my car is so small that a freezer will not fit into it - and so that, YES, I could give him a check for his father to pay him back for helping with H & R Block. They both said to forget it, but I insisted...anyway, love me some Record Connection..There's THREE WHOLE ROOMS OF VINYL...Lovely to spend so much time just browsing..knowing that I could actually BUY something if I so desired.

I ended up getting YES' 35th Anniversary Show on DVD...just saw the tiniest bit of it - gonna go back to it, here, shortly..and 'Rock 'N Roll High School', hehehhehehe, which DJ and I watched as SOON as we could bust it out of the wrapper. *ache* Just as silly and fabulous as I remember. But it's sad, now, to watch. I still can't believe the Ramones are gone.

Well, anyway, Record Connection has this glass case in the front of the store, where all the expensive, holy icon-type stuff is...DJ and I look occasionally - the autographed stuff is still there, as is the Ramones comic book - and 'In A Word - YES', a five cd box set with some extras, of course..We look, always, but, never, ever seriously consider anything, as it's too expensive, and, frankly, hey. I can probably get it cheaper on Ebay, anyway, if it's something we HAVE to have...and Teh Man was walking by and looked in alongside me and I said, 'This. Is the Face of Lust.' and pointed to the box set. Then, went on my merry way, to look at posters..

..When we were all finished, and reconvened in the car, and pulling out on the way to carry on shopping - I reached back over the seat to hand DJ my bag of stuff I bought to look at - and he hands me a bag. I'm like, 'BZUH?'

Inside was the box set. The sixty-something dollar box set.

GUH.

FWIW, I made a bit of a stink - as this is obviously not Teh Man's money, and therefore, stealing, IMO - but...um..not really THAT much of a stink, yknow? I was just so in awe of it, God help me. He kept saying, 'The guy said, No Returns...SOR-ry..'

This changes nothing.

Well, but for the fact that I HAVE THE YES FIVE-CD BOX SET.



*dances the furtive dance of ill-gotten goods*

I'm gonna get altered and just slap the headphones on my head, and just lay in the bed. OH, GOD. Pure Heaven. Such good stuff.

*SO going to Hell*

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Wow. Fell asleep with the headphones on, and, what dreams..

A couple of YOU were in them, too, not saying who..but it's not who you'd expect.

a) At some sort of outdoor community concert in a city park, unpacking picnic baskets with ________ and sort of avoiding looking at theirs because I knew that the contents of MINE weren't all exotic and hoity-toity and gourmet, just normal down-to-earth commonplace picnic fare - and not wanting to get pulled into yet another conversation about it and being embarrassed, when I'd worked so hard and could not afford the same stuffs as them..My deviled eggs were lookin' pretty rinky-dink, though, let me tellya..:(

b) Walking across this huge frozen reservoir with _________ and thinking we'd best hurry, as the ice was lookin' pretty thin and I could see bubbles rising up under the surface - and trying to tell them to lower their voice (Pot calling Kettle, Black, there, if EVER there was) because I feared it would crack the ice..then, ending up at a national park on the other side and being mortally embarrassed as they accidentally insulted a gathering of Algonquin tribesman, there. You were angry and wanted to move out of the small, socially-backwards and confining town we lived it, but Oh...bad choice of words and timing.

Oh, and there was also the dream about walking barefoot through this cold, squishy mud and knowing there were all sorts of weird worms and God knows WHAT in it, but having to walk through it, anyway. Smiling..trying not to let on that I knew..

...so what does THAT tellya about the dreamer?

Not much. Weird and unsavory that I obviously projected lame and/or embarrassing things onto two very nice people that I've never even met and barely talk to.......wtf.

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'Yours Is No Disgrace'. Have played it four times in a row, now, and it still blows me away..the chiming dewdrop guitar interweaving with that bass, just lopin' along beside me..and that flawless effin' voice. It's damn near a perfect thing.

You can tell it's remastered. My GOD, this stuff is clear as a bell.

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Still in full-on Yes-mode. My GOD, such brilliance. Never really had the hots of ANY sort for Jon Anderson, but, this is a nice picture of him in all his peace-loving glory.

Not that I've been looking or anything.



The Push-Come-To-Shove between two MUCH-beloved Englishmen who oughta KNOW better got to be too much for me, I guess. So Mr. Daddy-Jon swung by with his beads and his laid-back hippy-ness and his schmoke and his, 'Let's just relax and groove and feel the universal harmonic LOVE, baby'..

...and I guess that both other said Englishmen are probably smarting and plotting, right now...but that's kinda tough. :)

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Ahhhh. The Oscars Thread on Datalounge.


It's better than actually watching the Oscars.