TGIF! It’s Free Basin’ Friday! You know the drill. In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, we decided to give away two of the sexiest records Light In The Attic has ever put out – D’Angelo’s Voodoo & Serge Gainsbourg’s Histoire De Melody Nelson!
For your chance to win, leave a comment below and tell us a story about your best or worst Valentine’s Day ever! Make sure to leave your name and email address (kept private) in the proper fields so we can contact you if you win! Good luck, and have a great weekend!
Voodoo & Histoire De Melody Nelson available now from LightInTheAttic.net!
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Last night, diarrhea… I win or I lose depending on the angle you look at it.
A snowstorm once interfered with a major romantic plan. No romance resulted after the snow melted away. 33 years ago and I still curse that snow.
Proposed to my now-wife! Get me that baby makin music! Haha
One of the best/worst Valentine’s I ever had was alone. I ate an entire pizza and drank a six pack of beer. Then I went to see, “The Wrestler,” at the movie theater around the corner from my house. I felt accomplished, buzzed, entertained, a little bummed, and full.
Two great albums on quality vinyl. Yes, please! Time to create a love den to use these albums properly.
Worst : being told that you’re not interesting because you wear white socks… yeah, that bad.
Worst Valentines? This year!!! I was in the ER with 16 month old my daughter because she developed Hypoglycemia.
Missed the Valentine’s Day tie-in….I have never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. I hated it that kids exchanged cards in elementary school and the most popular kids got these long, creative cards from everyone and the less popular kids got the “From…” with nothing written. It has always bothered me.
That time me and Troy drank a gallon of boat cleaner and goofed each other’s puds all night in the O’Charlie’s parking lot.
While walking to the subway in the less-than-desirable Brooklyn neighborhood I lived in at the time, a gentleman suddenly ran up to me, punched me in the face, and as I fell over he took my wallet out of my back pocket. In my wallet was both my Metrocard (to get to my Manhattan based girlfriend) and my debit card (to pay for dinner.) I guess I saved some money.
All of my Valentine’s Days with my wife have been memorable, in part because of the music. This year, we watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which she gave me on paperback when we met, and reminisced how our shared love of bands like the Smiths first brought us together. Last year, we made a fancy dinner at home while listening to Henry Mancini. The year before, I transformed our bedroom into a mock luxury hotel, and played some of our favorite indie/R&B jams by groups like the xx, Bat For Lashes, and the Weeknd. But maybe best of all was when we flew out to LA just a few days before Valentine’s Day so that I could be on a taping of Jeopardy! I lost but it was a big thrill for the both of us, and a great excuse for a romantic trip.
I saw Pink Floyd on Valentine’s Day once a long time back. After the show, I found a bush and was in the process of relieving myself when suddenly I realized my leg was getting warmer. Turns out a wasted hippie was using the same bush and was aimed directly at my pantleg, which was now soaked with this dude’s urine. This made for a rather awkward and fragrant ride home (about 30 minutes). RAD TIMES.
best AND worst is this year! it’s the first year i’ve had someone truly special to celebrate valentine’s with (love you c!) but we’re 6500 miles apart! when that gap is closed i want to be spinning voodoo :)
in high school, my girlfriend got me an Insane Clown Posse shirt. it wasn’t that awful at the time, but in retrospect…
A few years back the monster truck rally was in town on Valentines day. I put on my best trucker hat and flannel shirt and told my lady to dress up real nice. Everyone stared at us at Sizzler after, where we went for our ‘fancy’ dinner (probably because we smelled like truck exhaust). We laugh and laugh about it to this day. Awesome
My best Valentines was the year my wife gave me a hand-made card with a gift cerificate for Amoebe Records in it.
Gave my girl some meat for Valentines. A pair of fat, juicy steaks laid out next to each other in a heart shape, and some delicious prosciutto, also laid out in a heart shape. The steaks were delicious, we’ll see what she does with the prosciutto tonight.
I guess since I don’t have any experiences is my story. Last boyfriend of 6 years took me to dinner 1 time out of 6 V days. The boyfriend before celebrated zero out of 5. :-( not only have I never had a proper valentines day but I’ve never won anything. Maybe my luck is about to change.
Worst: Prepaid for a romantic dinner at an up scale restaurant. I was going to pick up my girlfriend after work and drive her the 40 miles to the restaurant. By the time I got out of work, someone had slashed the two rear tires on my car. Didn’t get the dinner I paid too much for and had to buy two new tires. I was freaking waiter at the time and didn’t make much money, so I found the whole experience financially devastating.
Best: My beautiful wife (not the same girl from the previous story) and I are having our first baby. We found out yesterday that we are having a baby girl. I’m so over the moon.
I teach; we had an unexpected snowday yesterday. It was easily the best V-day gift I’d ever gotten.
The worst: waking up yesterday with a heavy heart because my partner and I had had a terrible fight the night before and it was time to face the reality of having to sort things out and to make sure we were ok.
The best: we did.
Errmergerd! I would love to snag these!
When I was 17-18 and living in Miami, Fl, my loser friends and I all went to KFC. It was delicious and we laughed at our losery singleness. I wore a strongarm (Christian Florida hardcore band) hoodie.
When I was 19 I broke up with a girl on Valentine’s Day. I already kind of hated her by this point but she made me take her to go see Blast From the Past with Brendan Frasier and Alicia Silverstone. That did it.
St. Valentine’s day, a long tiring two years ago, my lover and the most honest being I’ve ever met, packed up and decided to move forward on her path without me and head west for Fog City, California. She was afraid her life was starting to become wearisome and too consistent, I loved her powerfully, and had no intention of stopping her from her true will, and doing whatever it was she felt she needed to do. Before she left she looked at me in a way no other person has or will look at me again, she handed me a box wrapped in a red and yellow tapestry, kissed me one last time and drifted back into the void. I removed the tapestries, opened the box, and there was a hand-written note for me which contained sentimental words said about our connection that will linger among my thoughts forever, and alas two LPs which, in the past, could be heard being played throughout countless moments we spent together and have unique stories of their own, Lee Hazlewood- Cowboy and Sweden, and Miles Davis- Ascenseur pour l’échafaud. Thank you for your time and love.
-J
Feb 14, 1998. I saw Etta James with the woman that would become my wife. Between songs, Etta made a ridiculously nasty joke and I worriedly looked to my date’s face and saw her laugh more loudly than I had ever to that point. I began making plans for the future that night.
Worst valentine day ever was waiting on my now wife to come home from her families home in the midwest. The flight was delayed and eventually cancelled. I had an elaborate evening planned, and she stayed the night in the airport!
So probably the best Valentine’s day I’ve had was in 2005. Took my lady out to dinner (we’d only been together a couple of months), then we exchanged gifts, unknowing that we each made each other mixes. It was great, and one of the best mixes anyone had ever made for me. After that I made an ass of myself trying to sing along to the Drifters’ “Under the Boardwalk.” Good night.
7 years ago, on the same day, somebody stole a rear-view mirror on my car, I lost my credit card, I was supposed to pick-up my girlfriend at the station that evening but she missed her train. She arrived late, I was pissed off, had nothing to eat at my place, no money, we ate semi-warm canned ravioli. I guess we made love… can’t remember.
3 years ago, I, freshly single after a 5 year relationship, began casually dating a barista at an LA coffeeshop. We went to Cat and the Fiddle on V-Day. Noticed this douchy gentleman staring me down from the bar. My date excused herself, douchy gent beelines to our table and takes a seat. He asks how I’m doing (rather douche-ily) and informs me the girl I’m with is his “wom-uhh” or at least was once upon a time. She returns and is stunned, yet sits down and stares at him. He proceeds to grab her hands and tell her he loves her and that Candice (who the fuck?) told him she’d be there. He goes on to gush about times past, silly inside one-liners and so on. They then…hug?!? I’m shocked and at a loss for words. They then stand up to LEAVE! Whoa! Couldn’t help but chuckle. She makes a squint/toothy grimace that says “Sorry ’bout it. You got the check?” A waitress witnessed the whole scene, brought me a beer on the house and we proceeded to chat about music (Stevie Wonder, Todd Rundgren, Milton Nascimento!), craft beer and life. Downside: Once in a lifetime embarrassment served by a duo of douches. Upside: A crate-digging buddy I have to this day!
Am I too late to relate the tale of how my wife & I 1st heard Moisesades “Eres Tú” in a basemt karaoke bar in Madrid? Well that’s just the strange beginning, for since then we have spontaneously heard this song on every Valentine’s Day for the last 18 years, whether from a B&B tub on the north coast, a chicken bus in the Petén region of Guatemala or via the elongated rabbit ears of our tiny shack in the sticks of Cackalacky.