10 ways High Fidelity ruined my life

1. It’s what you like – not what you’re like.
“I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like… Books, records, films — these things matter. Call me shallow but it’s the fuckin’ truth.”

2. The need to own Championship Vinyl

3. Being obsessed with making a decent mix
“The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.”

4. Pondering over life’s unanswered questions
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”

5. Categorising life in lists

6. Looking round in a record store when they play a decent track and never having but longing for the following conversation:
[Worker plays the record]
Customer: Who is this?
Worker: The Beta Band.
Customer: It’s good.
Worker: I know.

7. Categorising records and having to re-categorise them after said categorisation has completed.

8. Having to admit to liking Peter Frampton and that one song.

9. The need to create a soundtrack for my life that matches 13th Floor Elevators, The Kinks, Love, The Velvet Underground, Beta Band…

10. Having Rob Gordon as a crush

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Je suis natalie

I am a history teaching, melancholic and I think about life as much as I live it. I spend time between records and books. There have always been ideas worth fighting for.

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