Well friends, I can’t believe I left you hanging so long after my last post! I know you’ve all been dying to hear how the Waffle House jukebox auction turned out. Right? I think this photo says it best:
It’s pretty much the best thing ever. I managed to pad my budget by writing a story for an Atlanta Magazine blog (see here), so I wasn’t even that far over budget. I’ll write about it in greater detail soon, but for now I’ve got to shut off my phone because I’m jetting off to Germany! More on that later too…
An email arrived in my inbox this afternoon alerting me to the fact that there will be an auction of the Waffle House jukeboxes of my youth this coming weekend:
I mean, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I have talked about this for years: getting a WaHo jukebox, whenever they eventually phased them out, for my eventual amazing basement. Or, you know, my kitchen.
The auction house websites have photos of some of the jukeboxes that will be auctioned off, and they range in model year from 1982 to 1996. I think my favorite of the options is the 1986 model — fortunately there appear to be quite a few of them (though I’m partial to the less prevalent brown and black colors). Here’s one I’ve really got my eye on:
Not only is it awesome in and of itself, it also comes with records and CDs still inside! You can change out the music too (obviously easier with CDs than 45s). I really haven’t the foggiest idea of what the starting price of one of these might be, or how much competition I’ll have, but I’m excited to find out. It will be mine. Oh yes! It will be mine!
p.s. — If anyone out there wants to snatch this one up for me for my 30th birthday next month, feel free!
Atlanta, sometime in 1988 or 1989
We moved into the house my parents still live in when I was 4 going on 5, in 1988. This is my room. There is so much to love about this picture: the Miss Piggy bedspread, the grandpa-made cradle full of stuffed animals, the mini quilted housecoat hanging on the end of the bed. Dad took the above picture from my doorway, and he took this next one looking right from the same spot:
Look at all those clean surfaces! On my desk is the classic magnetic alphabet board (which I saw in mom and dad’s basement the other week), the My Little Pony dance studio and a Care Bears Care-a-Lot playset, among other awesome stuff. You can tell by the dresser in the foreground that my things are starting to take over, but at least they’re still somewhat contained at this point.
My room looked like this (with ever-increasing levels of clutter and tchotchkes) until I was about 15, when we painted it yellow and I got a big-girl bed. It cracks me up how spacious and tidy it looks; I guess everything is big when you’re tiny.
Outside the World of Coca-Cola, Atlanta, Georgia, June 9, 2010
In 2010, Dairy Queen celebrated the 25th birthday of its most popular treat, the Blizzard, by introducing a mini version of the dessert and driving around the country in the Blizzardmobile, giving out free samples. Fortunately, my office was within walking distance of the Atlanta Blizzardmobile stop, so I braved the sweltering heat on my lunch break for a tasty freebie. (Or two… maybe three.) While I was there, I got a photo with the Blizzard itself. An instant classic!
As anybody who kills time on the internet surely knows, the trailer for the movie version of “Les Miserables” hit the web today. If I had a dollar for every giddy post I saw about it in my Facebook feed, I could have covered our delicious Chick-fil-A dinners tonight, plus milkshakes. (Hey, it’s something.) I dutifully watched it at my desk, and, well… here’s the thing. I have a confession to make:
I have never seen “Les Miserables.”
Yes, I was a music major in college; yes, I was a borderline theater nerd in high school (full-on choir nerd, for sure); yes, I consider myself a lover of musicals. And yet! Somehow I managed to completely miss “Les Miz.” I’m pretty sure this disqualifies me from being a true musical theater nerd. (My hetero lifemate, Abby, is perhaps the most committed of this kind. Anywhere she encounters satellite radio — rental cars, her mom’s car — she turns it to the Broadway station and doesn’t give anyone a choice about it. Thus I have yet to experience the joy of Pearl Jam Radio.)
There are, of course, such inescapable tunes as “On My Own,” (most memorably performed by Joey Potter), “Stars” and “Bring Him Home.” I’ve heard them, but I couldn’t even sing you one of them in its entirety. I think my older sister knows the show, which has me puzzled as to how I missed it when so much of what she was into trickled down to me. My theory is that I was stuck on “Cats” and the golden age of Disney Classics for the better part of my childhood.
All of this is to say that, while I will happily pick apart the vocal abilities of any and all actors involved, I don’t have any stake in or point of reference for the casting decisions, which I gather are and will continue to be a topic of hot debate. I may or may not go see the film; I’m indifferent. If we were talking about a movie remake of “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” though, I’d be all over it.
If it seems like a random time to be posting things about Sarah Palin, it is. I was just reminded of this video by a post on Alex Ross‘ blog and feel compelled to share it, because it is the best election-related thing of all time, ever. It’s certainly the most entertaining way to make sense of Sarah Palin’s incoherent ramblings:
But wait — there’s more! Seeing that video again reminded me of another Sarah Palin song, this one by household favorite Josh Ritter. I heard it for the first time at his Atlanta show last November, and, conveniently, some dude in the audience recorded and posted it on YouTube. It’s a clever little ditty:
Last but not least, to bring things up to the current election cycle, a tumblr called Bad Lip Reading is worth checking out. Herman Cain’s is probably the best:
Kingsport, Tennessee, 1965? Several years later, high-school Jimmy landed a gig as an actual DJ at the local radio station in Kingsport. This is possibly the best picture of dad of all time.
[See: DJ Jimmy Fresh, the early years]
He asked me not long ago if I could convert some of his old mix tapes to CD so he could enjoy the groovy tunes of yesteryear, and this is what he handed over:
Cutting edge of technology, no? (Also: my packrattiness is totally not my fault.)
I would be remiss if I let this day pass without noting its significance in my life. Twenty years ago today, Wayne’s World hit the big screen and forever lodged itself in my brain, for better or worse.
I went to see it with Abby and her family not long after it opened (possibly even on opening day); I remember her mom called my mom to get permission for me to go with them, since it was PG-13. Although Abby and I didn’t get much of the humor then, we still thought it was the funniest movie of all time.
Fished in! (that would be me & Abby)
If you’ve spent any time on this blog you know how frequently this movie comes up for me (and those links are only from the first couple weeks of posts). I try to keep it to a socially acceptable level, of course, but sometimes my Wayne’s World reflex can’t be suppressed. I might have a problem. Nevertheless, I’ve seen the movie several dozen times and it continues to crack me up.
I’ll end this tribute with an excellent link my sister called to my attention earlier today — a then-and-now cast slideshow. Click on the screengrab to check it out:
Wayne’s World, on your 20th birthday, I salute you. Scha-wing!
Over the weekend I did an inventory of my Waffle House collection, of which mention has been made here before. I’ve been meaning to catalog this stuff for some time, just to see how much (and what) I have. The oldest item here dates to the late ’90s, in terms of when I acquired it. At my parents’ house, I have:
- 4 assorted Waffle House buttons
- 1 black and yellow Waffle House mini football
- 2 Waffle House menus (circa 2003)
- 3 old-school WH wall signs: Breakfast, Waffle, Delicious Sandwiches
- 1 old-school WH wall sign in original frame: Desserts
- 1 ladies’ Waffle House uniform shirt
- 1 accent pillow made (by someone else) from ladies’ WH uniform
- 1 black and yellow Waffle House paper hat
- 1 maroon and yellow Waffle House paper hat
- 2 50th anniversary Waffle House paper hats
- 2 Waffle House 50th anniversary “Good Food Fast since 1955″ pins
- 1 Waffle House 50th anniversary commemorative Coke bottle
- 1 Waffle House 50th anniversary press kit in folder
- 10 copies of Y’all magazine, in which a story I wrote on the 50th anniversary of Waffle House is published (my first freelance byline)
- 1 mint-condition WAFFLE-OPOLY board game
- 1 vintage 1960s Waffle House money clip with knife and file
- Waffle House Jukebox Favorites Vol. 1
The rest of my collection is at our place (much to Jon’s delight). This includes:
- 18 assorted Waffle House buttons
- 1 clear yellow Waffle House logo piggy bank
- 2 black and gold Waffle House logo water bottles
- 1 Waffle House & Coca-Cola yellow mini football
- 1 Waffle House & Coca-Cola “Partners since 1955″ metal sign from a restaurant fountain machine
- 1 old-school WH wall sign in original frame: Waffle
- 1 slightly warped WH vinyl 45: “I like what I see at the Waffle House”/”There’s 844,739 ways to eat a hamburger at Waffle House”
- 1 3-lb. bag of Waffle House waffle mix
- 2 Waffle House hashbrown plates
- 1 Waffle House grits bowl
- 1 Waffle House coffee mug
- 2 black and gold Waffle House logo cappuccino mugs
- 1 Waffle House logo cream and sugar set (direct from HQ!)
- 1 Waffle House Museum Grand Opening coffee mug
- 2 postcard invitations to the Waffle House Museum grand opening, September 3, 2008
- “The Waffle House Experience” 50th anniversary coffee table book (signed to me by both founders & 47-year server Lucy Shelton)
- 2 replica old-timey Waffle House paper hats
- 2 replica old-timey Waffle House menus
- 2 Waffle House Museum postcards
- 1 Waffle House interstate guide
- 100 or so Waffle House koozies (wedding leftovers)
Goodness that’s embarrassing. The sad thing is, I’ve probably missed something. But I can’t stop myself! Just look at how awesome this stuff is…
Jon has recently picked up a habit of going thrifting on his lunch breaks. There are apparently quite a few stores in the vicinity of his office in a fairly well-to-do suburb north of town, so he’s developed something of a circuit he’ll follow every few weeks. Today, along with a half-dozen questionable neckties, he brought home a near-mint condition record, released in 1983 (a very good year), that he scored for $.77. If you’re close to my age, you might remember this guy:
Come on, who doesn’t love Raffi? (As we gave it a listen this evening, I heard tinges of Sufjan Stevens in the timbre of Raffi’s voice… perhaps Raffi’s an influence?) As awesome as the album cover and the holiday tunes were, my favorite part of the package was on the interior record sleeve. Check this out:
Dancing Cat Records! That looks more like a conducting cat to me, but either way, I like it. Through the wonders of the internet, I learned that Dancing Cat Records still exists today, although the cat in the logo now sports a grass skirt and flower leis: Since 1985, the label’s focus has been Hawaiian slack key guitar music (and, of course, whatever George Winston feels like releasing). Apparently many of the tracks on the delightful soundtrack to The Descendants can be found on Dancing Cat recordings. Who knew?
And now, I have to ask: If you were to start a record label, what would you call it?