What a wonderful yet so simple animated gif. I really love what this gif maker has in store on his page. He usually uses his girlfriend on his animations (I assume she is because it’s always the same girl rolling around, unless she is just a really, really, but really good friend). Anyway, I wanted to reblog this gif because it reminded me of this little personal project that I started: I am collecting old vinyls. 

It took me a while to adapt and appreciate my little apartment because it is a small studio that you can visit by turning around on yourself one time. Pretty much like this in a less clustered and less scary room:

I almost feel like a cavewoman since no sunlight comes through my only window which is facing a (insert sarcastic tone here) wonderful parking lot. It’s a little depressing since my last apartment was standing on the 6th floor of a building with the beautiful view of Westmount Hill, and every time I would come home from work, I would get my arm pits wet just by sitting in my living room. (Okay, too much details?) At least, this cave of mine doesn’t come with mice running in my kitchen cabinets or bugs with trillion legs finding shelter under my bed sheets. And I don’t hear any clapping from the neighbours next door whenever they are having, what it seemed to be in the old apartment, rough sex. Three pats on my shoulder.

All I needed was to make this cave more alive, a bit like myself. I had this huge white and naked wall that was desperately crying for resurrection, or something close to it. Then, I went to this small coffee shop called Lapin Pressé around the area and it hit me:

Helloooo beautiful wall.

The short-term problem was that I couldn’t afford the wanted album covers all at once and I really needed to do something about that empty wall. A girl in need has to get served immediately. So I printed them out myself on smaller size than the standard vinyl format and spent a few nights sticking them on my wall. It was hours of pleasure:

Helloooo beautiful wall.

My long-term problem is that my music obsession comes in phases, just like everything else in life. I was not kidding when I said that I get bored easily (see description written on the right side of my page). That wall was up only in December 2011 and I already feel the need to change it around. Meanwhile, I started collecting vinyls because one of my dreams is to have a home with that same type of wall, only with real old, classic album covers. I purchased my very first record in Burlington last year. It was a pretty cheap (6$) but luxurious prostitute (no insult intended) for the perfect eargasm (self-five):

I could spend hours and hours in a record store. The smell of old cardboards and the sound of old music embrace the young heart in me. I like sliding my fingers through a pile of used covers even if it means getting my hands dirty from dust. It’s a genuine feel, like going through good old memories from when my mother used to make us Lao sticky rice egg cakes while listening to Frank Sinatra. Which reminds me, what the hell did we do with my mother’s old vinyls? She didn’t own a big collection but just the thought of still having them would warm my heart. I guess being some sort of a nomad (I should probably elucidate this in another post) explains the mystery lost of those records. It’s unfortunate.

Ever since I bought Sade’s vinyl (actually, someone bought it for me), I’ve been spending a lot of time in record stores looking for great old classics at really cheap price. Now, I’m up to five amazing oldies including Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Madonna, Thriller and Some Great Reward. I told myself that once I’ll reach twenty albums, I’ll bring down my current wall and put up this fantastic collection, unless I move out. For now, plans are: Never leave the cave! (in that father Crood voice) 

All this to say that I will eventually need a real record player (which comes back to the reason why I reblogged the gif). Donations are accepted.