I love sharing music with people. It compliments both my generous and my bossy nature (“Seriously, you’ll like this Steely Dan song, I swear….”) and for years, it’s what propelled my love of making mix tapes. To be able to give someone a song that reminds you of them is a profound gesture, a portable party, a way of saying “You Are Rad.”
So I created RecordSaturday as a group listening party, since my 900 friends on Twitter probably can’t fit in my apartment. I live-tweet an album from my collection (@libbycudmore) every Saturday night at 8 p.m., with stories about my personal connection to the album, cool record facts and a theme — I shared pictures of my best girlfriends with Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual for Galentine’s Day, and a Star Wars theme alongside Men At Work’s Business As Usual.
Chrono Trigger’s Lucca was the first video game character I could really connect with. She had big glasses, for starters, and she was smart and bookish, plus she wore sweeeeeeet boots. And Crono’s ignoring of all of these great qualities in favor of busty blonde bimbo princess Marle was a good lesson for my late teens/early 20s: some basic bitch with a high ponytail and a tube top will always get the man you want*. (Eponine was a great tutor for this lesson as well). My happiest snow days were spent playing that game on the TV in my mom’s bedroom, where I could surround myself with pillows and play in (relative) solitude.
I got on a Chrono Trigger kick awhile back; buying up old issues of Nintendo Power and reading the Boss Fight Books entry on the game. I even played the unofficial sequel, Crimson Echoes, which was good until the stupid ending left Lucca behind to clean up idiot Marle’s mess because she’s a shit-for-brains queen. (and also I had a weird Marle glitch; serves the hussy right). Time travel is my favorite sci-fi concept, as evidenced by my great affection for Back to the Future, and I have always loved the look of skeleton keys and old clocks, of maps and worn paper.
Valerie is my good luck charm. She has been at every reading I’ve ever given; either in my pocket or on the podium right next to me. If I’m in a play, I carry her onstage in my purse. She was with me when I walked across the stage to collect my MFA, tied into the sleeve of my graduation gown. Nothing goes wrong when Valerie’s around. I carried her on my wedding day and even brought her on my honeymoon!