What's on Your Walkman: More Fux0rs Victimizing My Car!

Last time it was funny because we got to guess about the fux0rs who kicked in my car doors, but this time the answer is quite a bit more obvious—insofar as (a) it’s my walkman, cause they poked in a window and stole it from inside, and (b) he/she/they were actually very picky about the $300 or so of material they lifted from the vehicle.

For example, of the many tapes scattered around—one feels safe leaving tapes lying out; since who steals tapes?—the only one taken was 3 Feet High and Rising, while the Sugarcubes and Kwame cassettes immediately adjacent were flung dismissively into the back seat. Also odd: this theft would appear to have been for listening purposes, as a hidden stack of caseless (and therefore unsellable) discs was actually sorted through for saves and discards.

Here’s what was taken: Akufen’s My Way, Ween’s Chocolate and Cheese, the Hives’ Veni Vidi Vicious, a Lee Perry–selected dub compilation, the American Analog Set’s Know by Heart, the Cure’s Staring at the Sea, Prefuse 73’s Vocal Studies and Uprock Narratives, Basement Jaxx’s Rooty, three discs of the four-disc mix that Anthony only just sent me (see below), Donovan’s Barabajagal (see below), and plenty more that happened to be in there.

Here’s what was (pointedly) left behind: Small Factory’s Industrial Evolution, the Ladybug Transistor’s Albemarle Sound, Morrissey’s Your Arsenal, disc one of the Simple Machines Working Holiday comp, other crap, and then get this—the fourth disc of Anthony’s mix, which was country (this was removed from my bag and left on the front seat!) and the case for Donovan’s Barabajagal (the disc was removed from the case to be taken and I suppose listened to, whereas the case that would have made it worth three or four dollars in resale value was left behind).

What the hell are we to make of this? Is it at all possible that some method of random grabbing could result in anything so closely resembling a selection process? But then who breaks into cars to steal indie records for their own listening? And geez, I know this is supposedly Chicago’s indie/hipster neighborhood but something is desperately wrong when car-thieves are like “Oh, I like the American Analog Set but the Ladybug Transistor are a bit too twee for me” and “Yeah, those old Cure singles beat solo Morrissey any day of the week.”

Anyway my main points here are (a) whining (although it's okay, what can you do, it was stupid of me to leave my bag in the car anyway, so don't feel obliged to provide consolation or anything), (b) letting Anthony know what while I loved the two days of mix-listening I got, it's all over now, and (c) I'm really honestly baffled by the theft process.