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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
I recently acquired a turntable, amp and some speakers, and subsequently spent most of my weekend record shopping. Yeah, I know, vinyl collecting ranks up there with neck bandanas and a lack of general hygiene on the Hipster-o-meter, but I’m a self-admitted hoarder, and I just lost my iPod. Plus there’s that whole thing about purity of sound that I should be talking about, although I’m not sure I understand that part yet. More than anything I just like the old-school album artwork and the fact that I can find a lot of stuff that I either haven’t heard or would have trouble finding in other audio formats. And it can be dirt cheap if you’ve got some free time to spare. The Salvation Army on Silver off of Washington, for example, sells all their vinyl for fifty cents a pop (provided you buy 10 or more), and while you’ll have to sift through several dozen musty Christmas records before finding any gems, there are occasionally some diamonds in the rough. A trip there coupled with a few stops at the antique malls on Central just a few blocks away netted me some great material. Are you familiar with Richard Pryor’s bit on John Wayne? One of the funniest things I’ve heard in ages. And if I looked anywhere half as cool as Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson on the covers of Jesus Was a Capricorn and Honeysuckle Rose , I’d die a happy man. Great albums, by the way.So next time you have nothing to do, patronize your local junk shops. You might just find some roses amongst the mildew.