In the wake of my local record store of choice's closing, I've gone on a feeding frenzy of searching and buying in an attempt to upgrade my collection. At the same time, I've been guilty of binge viewing of all these YouTube Vinyl Community videos, (The "VC"), which have resulted in placing depraved ideas in my head. Things I don't have and that I really should have if I ever aspire to truly hold my head up high and look incredibly hip and cool in The VC. Not to forget whoever comes across this collection in the days after I depart this world. Because I still want to look cool even after passing.
So I've been all over Amazon, armed with ideas and at the same time cleaning up on local going out of business bargains and even a spur of the moment road trip to my long ago college town where when passing by their downtown record store thought to myself; "Why not?" Saving money being the only con I could think of, I strapped on my face mask and ventured inside.
So now for the first time, I have some Iggy Pop & The Stooges, The Fugs, The Fall, The Bats, Eyelids, The Standells, Filthy Friends, 9 Below Zero, Manfred Man BBC Recordings and much more in my collection. And I've also been on the focused mission of a completist to acquire all Elbow recordings and get more Bill Frisell Jazz guitar sounds.
I've even thumbed through the one dollar bins .... until now an aspect of record collecting that I've always avoided, not so much out of extreme snobbery (well maybe a little of that) but more the fact that they always seem to be in boxes on the floor and I have a thing about bending over and/or getting on my knees in public places, but this waist level search resulting in a good condition David Blue original vinyl find from 1973 with the endlessly cool Asylum Records platter label which I first came across in my teenage years as an early era Jackson Browne and Eagles fanatic and a few years later, Warren Zevon. Surely I couldn't pass that up. I'm pretty sure that would have been one of those 'mortal sins' I've always tried to veer away from since hearing of them in my Catholic grade school days.
And this is just the beginning it seems because I'm an incredible nerd and an addict and never truly satisfied and even after occasional bouts of gazing upon the clutter and wondering if all this is getting out of control, the mood quickly fades and transitions into withdrawal pains which in my case is generally a period of one or two days of abstinence before said pains kick in.
