Some people are about the having, and others are about the searching.
Last week I hit eight different used bookstores in one day in an effort to gather cheap copies of 92 books for a self-imposed reading assignment. While I was driving around town, talking to bookstore employees, stopping for lunch, and yada yada, the thought crossed my mind that I probably could have knocked the whole list out online in about 15 minutes.
Of course, I could read synopses of all 92 books online, too, but where’s the fun in that? The search is the thing, be it the book or the meaning within.
I’m lucky to have eight used bookstores in my area, but not for long: five of the stores I visited will close in the next 60 days. Eventually the others might, too, and then how will I spend a pleasant day looking for a book grail? Online shopping may be convenient, but it is turning searchers into an endangered species.
Anyway, searching songs:
“Soul Searchin’,” Solomon Burke.
“Keep Searchin’,” Del Shannon.
“Searching For Your Love,” The Other Four.
“Searching,” Lynyrd Skynyrd.
“Search and Destroy,” Iggy & the Stooges.
“Desert Search For Techno Allah,” Mr. Bungle.
“Search For Employment,” Scream.
“Searching For Love,” Bobby Porter.
There you have it: Eight songs, and you didn’t even have to search for them. What did I miss? I’m listening.