45 records

For 40 years, I have explored the storage bins, attics, defunct retail outlets, haylofts, bathtubs, bedroom closets, cedar chests, wardrobes, coffins, and wherever else I could crawl into to get my hands on lost and abandoned and forgotten vinyl.  Yes, once I was a vinyl junkie, willing to steal quarters from little children in order to appease my appetite.

Perhaps the search was about finding the sounds I'd not yet heard in a record's grooves or wanting to possess sounds I had already heard on some faraway radio station--or, perhaps, it was because I just didn't know what else to do with my adolescent self.  Nevertheless, I succumbed to the desire, more often than not, but am still here to tell the tale of many heartbreaks & woes but also numerous triumphs & discoveries.