Vinyl, Vinyl, Vinyl…I keep getting more and more and I get more addicted to wanting more and more. My wife shakes her head and just sighs at this point. I guess I could be drinking, smoking or doing drugs, but thankfully that is not the case. If I did those things, I would consume everything and I would just be throwing money away. With the vinyl purchases, I at least could sell them if I ran out of money, so it is an investment…yeah, let’s go with that!!
There is a friend at work that her husband has 2 big crates of vinyl in their closet and she wants them out of the house. So before they took them somewhere to sell them, she gave me first crack at going through them and letting me pick out the ones I want first. I gave her a fair price (more than any record store would give her, even more than they would in store credit).
The crates were very heavy and full of vinyl. My wife said I should take them upstairs in the Loft and sit with the family while I went through them. I declined as they were too dang heavy and I didn’t want to tackle the stairs with them. Instead, I stayed downstairs for a couple hours and slowly went through the collection.
The collection consisted of albums from the late 50’s all the way up to the late 80’s. Each crate was sort of themed. The one crate was from the 50’s-70’s and it was all her husband’s parents vinyl. It had stuff I had never heard of and a lot I had. There was Elvis, Liberace (I passed on those), Oak Ridge Boys, Alabama, the Kingston Trio and I could go on and on.