Bought another White Album today ($3 "as is" at Strange Maine; turns out it had been Skot's copy until he got a better one (my fantasy is that he once performed with it (we need to do a Beatles night at the store! The jacket is spotted (gray) and fringed with scotch tape (several yellows). I've only listened to sides 1 and 2 so far (thank God it's not one of those double albums that are pressed 1&4, 2&3 for automatic changers (like Songs in the Key of Life (mismatch of title and technology (only the songs are in the key of life), kind of a shame to have the order broken up for a machine that no longer exists (I bet that even at the time most people just flipped manually (if you were going to devote several pages of your 33 1/3 on SitKoL to the cover, and if the whole structuring conceit of your book were Birth-Innocence- Experience-Death-Transcendence, mightn't it occur to you that the warbly concentric rings picture your trip down the birth canal toward a world in which Stevie Wonder, the very medium in which the 70s were conducted, is waiting to greet you, a blazing white soap impression of Stevie, morning light reflected in his sunglasses, apparently topless, with a Kurt Rosenwinkel moustache and goatee (KR: The key of life is really all I practice now; this guitar is tuned in the key of life; yes I am serious about the songs part of it): houseplant world, macrame world, living synthesizer world, mom world

As-is Beatles record=Beatles TARDIS: accidental lock-groove time-loops, additional odd meters, new chord changes, jump cuts to crucial Schenkerian nodes, all this the sound of the physical history of the record's use, the playback of encryptions in dirt and dust (Nolan's Revolver: covered in his aunt's candle drips (Hilary's Sgt. Pepper: melted in half under skylight sun (drooped over shelf), remelted and flattened, sounded good