So, last week I heard the Sufjan Stevens cd. Then I remembered the whole fiasco with the cover, and the original artwork bearing the image of Superman on it. DC Comics were fighting to get it removed (though why they didn’t fight with the producers of Seinfield, I don’t know). Sufjan’s label did a recall right about the time the album came out on Tuesday, and so none of the cd stores in Salt Lake had them.
I have this annoying trait—I think I inherited it from my crazy father—where I want to collect things. So, what would you do, if you were in my shoes? That’s right, I went to Ebay and bid on a few of the cd’s with original artwork. I won one of the auctions. The seller is this guy sbrackbill. Oddly enough, I was reading the music news about Q and Not U breaking up and the band mentions this guy named Shawn Brackbill. Let’s be honest, how many S. Brackbill’s can there be? It’s like my last name: Grotepas. Sort of a tongue-twister. It’s Dutch/French and everyone in America with that last name is my relative. So anyway, sbrackbill who sold me the album is Shawn Brackbill. Why does this matter? I don’t know. I just though it was interesting.
Interesting and strange. It’s like Robert Goulet. You know the Will Ferrell SNL skit where he makes fun of Robert Goulet? I thought that was just a made up character like Richard, the copy machine moron. So I’m looking through the records at my grandma’s house this weekend and, hello! I find two Robert Goulet albums, one of them with my mom’s name on it (should I be embarrassed or proud? I don’t know, since I haven’t listened to the music and Will Ferrell has made fun of excellent musical figures before. I mean, come on, Neil Diamond?).
Robert Goulet is REAL? And I thought I knew things about music. And then, I’m looking through my copy of The Soul of the Night and on the acknowledgements page, Chet Raymo thanks Robert Goulet and some lady for their support and contributions. Robert Goulet? What is this, the Twilight Zone? You know what I mean. There should be a word for this phenomenon, where you haven’t heard a name or word EVER and then suddenly, you bump into it two or three times in the space of a day and a half.
Maybe there is a name for it and I’m just not aware of it. Maybe in one of Jay Ingram's books. Maybe.
*remember the post about my odd father. What a character. If you want to read it, click here. Though I’m warning you, it’s rather long.