Pure Pop is Stuck in VT
Pure Pop makes me glad. I can still recall how excited I was when we drove from Johnson to Burlington to get records there. I had to pester my mom for days to make the trip and it was my only access to real culture.
Zach Ward introduced me to Lou Reed and David Bowie and it was at Pure Pop that I finally understood what all the fuss was about. Oh, holy shit, now I get it.
Sigh, those YouTube haters are right, this is too much of a close up for me. But the problem is that I am shooting with a monopod and I have to hold the camera while I am blabbing. The worst thing is that I was thinking about those vapid assholes while I was editing this vlog. Grrr.
