The Ohio State University Vinyl Club was gracious enough to let Leon and I attend one of their meetings. Most of the football team was in attendance so I felt weak and cowardly, and Leon leaned over and whispered in my ear, “these guys are huge, and you are a pussy.”
Well, that was my fear as Leon and I walked across campus to Campbell Hall—a campus that seemed larger than it did years ago when I was a ripe little coed. We approached the room and my fears were abated, as we were met by the President of the United States, Lauren. I mean the President of the OSU vinyl club, Lauren. And by chance, it was the meeting they were holding elections– for the coming term I assumed. I still have not found out, but I think I may have won the new presidency. I’m waiting to hear back.
As for the club.
It was a very warm and welcoming group, and they seemed to know each other well. They invited us to stay for the first presentation. My fears began to surface again as the presentation was concerning “accidental” deaths of current powerful members of the club. Bloodlust was in the air as the lights went off and pictures of decapitation, water torture and Little Debbies Oatmeal Cream Pies were flashed in front of us amidst aggressive strobe lights. Leon shit right in his extra tight hipster jeans and I began to cry.
Most of that was just my imagination running away with me, but there was a presentation concerning accidental deaths and Leon did shit his pants, but he had 4 Arby’s roast beefs and a 24 ounce can of Steel Reserve just before the meeting.
The presentation was fun AND funny. As I watched I mused how I would have been too apprehensive to join such a group when I was there. I remember, in my first year on campus, feeling terribly alone at times, all the while be surrounded by more people my age than I had ever been before. Joining a group like the vinyl club could have been very helpful, but as Leon whispered in my ear earlier, I was a pussy.
I have been trying to think of a good record for this post and to recommend to the OSU Vinyl Club. The one I came up with was something I was late to the party for and that is The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band—A Child’s Guide to Good and Evil. I had heard a track off this album covered by the Dead Weather, A Child of a Few Hours is Burning to Death, but had no idea where it came from until recently. The album came out in 1968 but would hold up very well today in my opinion. I hope that some will discover it here and now:
I just realized what a silly little asshole I am, I erroneously left this title off my favorite album list of 1968 on vinyl pull number 40, but I was huffing Elmer’s glue when I wrote it, so I am not fully responsible.
Back to the OSU Vinyl Club. They are always looking for new members and you can reach them at OhioStateVinylClub@osu.edu and Instagram @vinylclubosu.
They are a great group!