Saturday, November 6th, 2010

Today’s weekly visit to the thrift store at St. Vincent de Paul’s turned up four fabulous LPs, and don’t even ask me what an LP is because I’ll only give you a look that would freeze you solid where you stand, you heathen.

It’s not easy to find an LP worth taking home from the thrift store, not because they don’t have any but because the bins are chock full of the cast-off tripe of pop culture, particularly from the 1980s: Multiple copies of Rick Springfield, Barbara Streisand, Asia, Sheena Easton. Sheena Easton! If I ever had any Sheena Easton albums, and I’m not admitting that I did, this is purely hypothetical, I’d turn them into salad bowls before I gave evidence like that to a thrift store.

And there were copies of stuff that wasn’t tripe, but made searching for nuggets of gold that much harder. I ran across dozens and dozens of Linda Ronstadt albums. Just how phenomenally successful was she, anyway? I seem to recall that, just as she hit the big time, she quit pop music to sing opera or something else as diametrically opposed to pop anybody could possibly get. She must’ve had a longer pop career than the one I remember, though, because I found albums I’d never seen before.

Every single one of the bins had at least one copy of the soundtrack to The King and I in, too. There’s another musical phenomenon I never had an inkling of.

To make the searching easier, I found a bin that wasn’t so filled with albums that I couldn’t flip through them, then pulled a handful from the next bin, jammed it into the one I’d just picked through, and kept on flipping. I had lots of time while My Darling B was doing the grocery shopping and, after that, when she went to browse the shelves at the kitchen gadget store. She could spend all day at the kitchen gadget store if I didn’t go in there to get her.

So what did I come away with?

A flawless copy of an Ink Spots ‘best of’ selection, and I mean flawless, no fingerprints, no scratches. I can now enjoy I Don’t Want To Set The World On FIre without having to wait for it to come around on my Pandora channel. (I can’t use Pandora now without thinking of blue cartoon people. Thanks a lot, James Cameron.)

The first Dire Straits album, again in excellent condition. Dire Straits is the shiznit. I feel awful for not buying more of their albums back in the day, like maybe I could have kept them together longer if I’d just given them the support they needed by buying more when it counted. So, to assuage my guilt, I pathetically snapped up a copy of this album from the used records bin. It’s way cool. Also, Douglas Adams was their biggest fan, and anything that reminds me of Douglas Adams makes me smile.

Carol King’s Tapestry. I must be the only person born in the 60s who has never owned a copy of Tapestry. Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt inadequate.

The fourth album was by Joan Armatrading, who I’m entirely unfamiliar with except for just one song, The Weakness In Me that I’ve liked a lot ever since I heard it in the movie Ten Things I Hate About You. I started to listen to the album this evening but it turned out I wasn’t in the mood for it, so I swapped it out for Dire Straits and vowed to get back to it later.

Off the record | 6:26 pm CST
Category: entertainment, movies, music, My Darling B, O'Folks, play
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  1. 1 The Seanster said at 8:56 pm on November 6th, 2010:

    Actually, you might be interested to know that all the hipsters nowadays listen to LPs–it’s the cool, “authentic” thing again, apparently. For example, my buddy Eric’s noisecore punk band is releasing their EP on vinyl and online, but not in CD form.

    Congrats on your finds! On a vaguely related note, at the awesome Goodwill store on South Broadway I keep finding excellent, 21st-century travel guides from the likes of Lonely Planet: Europe, New Zealand, South America…:D