Performer: Days of the New
Songwriter: Travis Meeks
Original Release: Days of the New (II)
Year: 1999
Definitive Version: None
This song got me into Days
of the New enough so I bought their second album. It was on the alternative
station and even Q-FM for a bit, and I liked the dirgy symphonic quality of it.
This album was the first
album I bought for a band’s first-time purchase in more than a year, probably
since OK Computer by Radiohead (who I’m seeing for the first time in a week).
And I loved it almost all the way through on the first listen, which is
something that doesn’t happen with me much. Some of my favorite albums I’ve had
to approach a few times before it clicks. Not this one.
Unfortunately, however,
something else was clicking—the CD that I bought at the new Best Buy that was
maybe a mile from my house. I don’t remember the song, but it was one I didn’t
like, so no biggie. But then it started to skip on other songs, even on my downstairs—main—CD
player. I had a few CDs that would skip on the upstairs office CD player and
even the bedroom player, because, well, they were older, lower-grade equipment.
But I never had a CD skip on
my Sony unless it had a problem. This skip started out of nowhere a couple of
months after I bought the CD, and there appeared to be nothing physically wrong
with it, so a glitch had developed in the coding. (My player, as mentioned,
didn’t skip on anything else, so that wasn’t the problem.)
Back in those pre- and
nascent Napster days, you could return an opened CD as long as you had a
receipt and made an even-steven trade for the same CD. That’s all I wanted
anyway; I didn’t want my money back. So I scrounged up a receipt, which I’m
pretty sure was for a different CD I had bought since then—maybe even at a
different store—and headed to customer service.
I told the guy the problem
and said I just wanted to get another CD. So I went to get it and maybe
something else while he took the CD I returned to confirm the problem. When I
returned, he assured me that the CD definitely had the skip and he’d be happy
to make the trade.
“By the way,” he told me.
“That’s a really good album.”
I smiled. That’s why I just want
to trade it, not return it.
That was the first time I ever
turned a total stranger onto music I liked, so that was cool, and my
replacement CD didn’t—and doesn’t—skip.
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