The next day was a Sunday, and I couldn’t remember when Relics opened. I have an hour between 9:30 and 10:30 where the children and my beautiful wife are in Sunday School and I’m in the corner of Springfield by Red Racks. Monday through Saturday, Relics opens at 10; on Sunday, though, it doesn’t open until noon.
Still, I was hungry for LPs, so I stopped by the Red Racks thrift store nearby.
Red Racks has a decent collection of LPs for sale, eight or ten orange crates full, but the turnover isn’t that good, so I end up seeing the same or very, very similar sets of records every time I go there. A lot of Mac Davis, a lot of gospel, and enough Tennessee Ernie Ford to fill Tennessee.
I passed on a Steve Lawrence title or two (although based on intelligence gleaned from Dustbury’s comment to the post linked above, I might start grabbing some of them as I come across them. I also passed on a Claudine Longet LP that I don’t have because I didn’t really glom onto her work when I’ve listened to the other couple I got (from Red Racks, appropriately enough).
I found this pair:
Maynard Ferguson’s Hollywood; I’ll buy any Ferguson on sight.
Richie Cole’s alto madness; now this is the sound I associate with jazz. A light, airy, saxophone heavy bit of background music. I’ll look for this artist in the future.
One of my Christmas presents was a gift certificate (well, two) for Relics Antique Mall. Which meant I could get something old and/or nice and/or overpriced (like common Atari 2600 cartridges for $8 each, although someday that will be a bargain).
So, of course, I got records.
Eydie Gorme, Let the Good Times Roll. This is a collection of gospel/soul standards, and probably my least favorite Eydie record.
Eydie Gorme, Eydie. A later 1960s outing.
Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme, Two on the Aisle. It’s a collection of movie themes. It also contained an extra platter that I didn’t notice–I thought it was a two album set.
Steve Lawrence, Portrait of My Love. The aforementioned freebie.
Pete Fountain, Bateau Lounge.
Pete Fountain, Licorice Stick.
Pete Fountain, Music to Turn You On.
Sergio Mendes and Brasil ’66, Ye-Me-Le.
The Crosby Bros, Presenting the Crosby Bros. Bing’s kids. They did better backing him up on his various endeavors.
Longines Symphonette Great Vocalists of the Big Band Era, a compilation record including Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, and so on.
Linda Ronstadt, Greatest Hits. So that sound was a thing in the 1970s, apparently: Linda Ronstadt and Olivia Newton-John sound a lot alike, as do Claudine Longet and Lynda Carter for that matter.
Linda Ronstadt, Living in the U.S.A.. This 1980s effort features the high and tight curly perm that some women wore in the 1980s. Me, I’m still a fan of the big, teased hair, but the tight curls doesn’t impress me. Perhaps, Dr. Freud, it’s because my mother would sometimes get this when one of her friends would give her a makeover and make her look like a zombie with tight curls.
Jackie Gleason, Silk ‘n’ Brass.
Sammy Davis, Jr., and Carmen McRae, Boy Meets Girl.
Henry Mancini, Mancini’s Angels, a collection of Mancini’s later themes.
Switched on Bach, Bach run through a Moog synthesizer.
Bach’s Head, a collection of Bach’s works apparently targeted to the marijuana using public.
Lo Mejor del Año (1983), a collection of Spanish language pop from 1983.
Die Große Starparade Folge 14 a collection of (West) German pop from the 1950s. It sounds like American pop of the era infused with polka and with the vocal tracks run backwards.
A Greek pop album whose name I cannot reproduce for you right now either because I’m too lazy to rekey it using Greek symbols or because I’m afraid in doing so I’ll summon an ancient evil.
Perry Como, No Other Love.
Perry Como, And I Love You So.
Perry Como, Como’s Golden Records. That’s what I get for saying you never see Como. Now I see him everywhere, and I must buy them all.
Roger Wagner Chorus, The Songs of Stephen Foster. I got this one because it was in the sleeve for Perry Como Swings, which is one of the first things I picked up. Somehow, I failed to double-check it, so now I have an extra sleeve for a Como album and an album I would not have otherwise bought.
Overall, not a bad haul. For free with the gift certificates. Had I known, I would not have put down the copy of Lee Aaron’s Metal Queen which I put back because I don’t tend to listen to rock on the turntable, but as the night went on, I vowed to return for it.
In the middle of December, we hit the local Vintage Stock, which sells old comic book, video games, movies, and, I discovered, LPs, to see if they had a Game Boy Advance Legend of Zelda game. They did not, but did I mention they have LPs, many as low as a dollar each?
So I bought a few.
Here’s what I picked up:
Eydie Gorme, Eydie in Love. This might be my favorite Eydie Gorme album now.
Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme, The ABC Collection.
Sade, Stronger than Pride. I love Sade and have a couple of her CDs, but this is my first LP.
Maria Muldaur, Southern Winds. I never heard of her, but I took a flier because she might Diana Maldaur’s sister. Well, no, she’s not, but they have the same last name. The LP is 80s songbird pop, a little more electrified version of Linda Ronstadt and Olivia Newton John circa 1976.
Sergio Mendes and Brasil ’66, Look Around. I like this band, but when I put the record on, I thought perhaps I already had it. But that’s because the band’s music sounds very similar on most their albums. Also, one of my previously purchased albums came in the wrong cover, so I might already have it and not recognize it.
Dan Hartman, I Can Dream About You. I originally had this on audiocassette that I bought as a cut-out. I’ve played the Fletch soundtrack which features a couple of these songs a bunch for years, but this album includes the title hit.
Natalie Cole, Don’t Look Back.
Dean Martin, Hits Again.
Dean Martin, Gentle on My Mind.
Dean Martin, The Hit Sound of Dean Martin.
Ray Parker, Jr., and Raydio, A Woman Needs Love.
They were only a buck each, and one of the Dean Martin covers came with two unrelated platters in it. When I pointed it out to the kid behind the counter, he said “Freebie.” As I said, many of the albums are only a dollar which is cheaper than the thrift stores, and the dollar ones are the ones in my wheelhouse. Others, such as 1970s and 1980s rock, are more than that, but they’re not the sort of thing I listen to on LP.
Hours of listening pleasure, and I ran out of Mylar album protectors after this batch. I know, you’re saying “Did he use four hundred-packs or only three?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all the excitement, I lost track myself. So the question you have to ask yourself is, “Did he order more, the punk?”
Well, yes, I did. And I’ve used over a quarter of the new pack already, but that’s a Good Album Hunting post for another day.
So amid the monsoon, I’m listening to the rain thunder on the roof of the industrial-plant-turned-antique-mall and the occasional thunder actually thunder throughout the building. I’ve got a couple of gift certificates that I received for Christmas (this is an antique mall, after all, and not a resale shop or used content venue), and I’ve put a stack of (24) LPs on the counter for the woman behind the counter to begin laboriously typing in the tags from each booth where I collected the records, and the man in the CHICAGO BEARS jersey dares to speak to me about vinyl coming back.
It seems he’s a collector, too. He had some 50s, 60s, and 70s stuff before he went into the service, he gave it all away and then spent years trying to recollect what he’d given away. He said he had about 300, which is a number my beautiful wife wishes I’d held to. The fellow also mentioned that Columbia House was restarting because the millenials are discovering vinyl.
This album differs from some of the other Bing Crosby compilations (such as Christmas with Bing) because it’s a Christmas album as a Christmas album, not a collection of other songs from other records. This one features more swing to it, as it was recorded in the 1950s while Bing was relatively young and not later as he grew to be an elder statesman of music and television host. Several tracks feature the Andrews Sisters as well to give you an idea.
The track list includes>
Adeste Fideles (Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful)
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Faith Of Our Fathers
I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams)
Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town
It’s Beginning To Look Like Christmas
Christmas In Killarney
The song “Faith of our Fathers” is new; the others, although standards, have a little zip on them and are festive. Overall, it’s a good listen for the holidays and breaks out of the normal Bing Crosby ouevre. Which, I suspect, many Bing Crosby albums do once you move beyond the often-anthologized.
So I snuck off to the Friends of the Springfield-Greene County Library Book Sale on Thursday to raid the LPs.
Here’s what I got:
Pete Fountain The Sunsetters$2.00
Sergio French La Dolce Italy$7.00
Brass Impact Going Someplace$7.00
Roger Blackburn Barbershopping in Brass$5.00
Henry Mancini 10$0.99
Pete Fountain Plays and the Angels Sing$3.49
The Brass Connection$4.50
Steve and Eydie Together on Broadway$4.50
Perry Como Hello, Young Lovers$0.68
Dinah Washington What a Diff’rence a Day Makes$0.99
Jackie Gleason Presents A Taste of Brass for Lovers Only?
Maria Callas Arias I Love$4.54
Dean Martin Greatest Hits Volume 1$0.50
Dresden State Orchestra Wagner Overtures?
Jim Howard Pat Sullivan Jazz Orchestra No Compromise$9.99
Jackie Gleason Presents Lazy Lively Love$1.25
Jackie Gleason Presents Lush Musical Interludes for That Moment$1.00
Quincy Jones and His Orchestra The Quintessence$1.50
Billy Butterfield and His Orchestra Blows His Horn$4.49
Artie Shaw and His Orchestra Moonglow$1.00
Pete Fountain Something Misty$0.90
Boots Randolph The World of Boots Randolph$0.51
All the LPs were a buck each; the thumbnail values above are courtesy of Discogs. They’re a quick lookup, represent what others are selling the items for and not what people will pay for them, and in no way shape or form should be used in tallying my personal wealth.
Still, Discogs leads me to believe I might have come out with $40 more value than I spent. Of course, they’ll give me hours of enjoyment so it’s more than that.
I also picked up a couple dollar books on the way by: A short bio sketch of H.G. Wells and a dollar collection of chapbooks grouped about their common theme of humorous accents. No doubt you’ll see some of them reported on biemby.
I don’t know if I’ll hit the Better Books section of the sale on half price day (Saturday) or bag day (Sunday). It’ll have to depend upon how flush I’m feeling on the weekend and how the scheduling shakes out. But I notice that the Friends group has wisely scheduled bag day on the Packers’ bye week. Do they know me or what?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same?
We turn to members of the Eleatic School, Parmenides and Zeno, to answer.
Parmenides: Yes indeedly do (Μπορείτε να στοιχηματίσετε γάιδαρο σας). How could what is perish? How could it have come to be? For if it came into being, it is not; nor is it if ever it is going to be. Thus coming into being is extinguished, and destruction unknown.
Zeno: That counts quadruple for semi-forgotten 80s hair metal. Then it counts double. Then it counts once. Then one half. And so on into infinity. If everything when it occupies an equal space is at rest, and if that which is in locomotion is always occupying such a space at any moment, the flying arrow is therefore motionless.
Parmenides: [What exists] is now, all at once, one and continuous… Nor is it divisible, since it is all alike; nor is there any more or less of it in one place which might prevent it from holding together, but all is full of what is. So get over yourself.
The baby that the poet-narrator of Madonna’s “Papa Don’t Preach” didn’t give up would turn 30 next year.
What a strange world we live in, professor. The film garnered some controversy in the 1980s by its frank portrayal of teenaged pregnancy. I remember, if my aged memory serves, much of the hubbub was because some said it promoted teenaged sex which, I’m told, occurred amongst some of the population when I was teenaged. However, in the twenty-first century, it might garner more controversy for the poet-narrator deciding to keep the baby instead of producing post-conception raw materials for profit.
Perhaps I should start a new series called Good Record Hunting to account for my trips to thrift stores looking for LPs (and, in my defense, a cheap television to hook up old computers).
Yesterday, I visited the DAV Thrift Store and briefly browsed its LPs, but they were poorly arranged for browsing and cost $2.48 each. I also visited the Salvation Army thrift store next door. There were fewer, they were easier to browse, and they only cost $1 each, so I got:
This group includes:
The Opera Society’s small disc version of Rigoletto’s Verdi. Or Verdi’s Rigoletto. Sometimes, with these modern things, it’s hard to tell which is the band name and which is the song.
Keely Smith, Be My Love.
Perry Como, In Italy. To be honest, I didn’t look close to see if he sings any Verdi.
Dean Martin, Everybody Loves Somebody (The Hit Version).
Perry Como, Just For You, a Sylvania-branded record.
The Czechoslovakian Philharmonic Orchestra doing some Mahler.
It’s funny when you go to thrift stores and book sales, you seem to find more LPs than cassettes. I don’t know if this is only a perception thing because they’re bigger than tapes, but it’s probably because the LP sale prominence lasted for decades and audio cassettes only sold for, what, twenty years, mostly in parallel with LPs and then CDs. Also, they’re small and easy to throw out and LPs are big enough to think they’re worth something.
Also, I don’t think I’ll start a whole new category of posts, as I don’t imagine I’ll do this that often. Although it might prove to be more often than I go to book sales these days.
Also, please note I use Discogs for my record research (and I poach images of the LPs from them). It’s a cool site. If you dig records, you should check it out.
The critics predicted it: Gay marriage becomes the law of the land, and people would start buying albums of show tunes.
Although, in my defense in this case, it was a collection of Pat Suzuki singing show tunes:
If Mark Steyn can listen to show tunes, I can, too.
At any rate, the acquisition stems from a recent trip to the local thrift store. I was looking for a cheap television set to hook a couple of old computers. I didn’t find any, but I did find the shelf with the crates of LPs on them. Ha, just kidding! I knew where it was all the time, and I went right to it after realizing that thrift stores generally don’t have old televisions any more.
At any rate, check out what I have in a sort-of Johnsonesque roundup:
Quincy JonesExplores The Music of Henry Mancini.
Boots RandolphYakety Sax. My children will never equate this song with sophisticated British comedy that our fathers all enjoyed.
Boots RandolphMore Yakety Sax.
Boots RandolphBoots with Strings.
Boots RandolphSunday Sax. I figure, if I buy one from a new artist, I should buy all that I find. Just in case I like the artist.
Claudine LongetThe Look of Love. Claudine Longet, at first blush, seems a little soft and breathy for LPs. I tend to put on a record and listen to it from the next room, so stronger voices tend to sound better. Longet, like Erin Bode, might be better for CDs and closer listening. Longet appears on A&M records, Herb Alpert’s label. I’m enjoying exploring its catalog as I gather records.
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana BrassThe Beat of the Brass. I bought this one, a title I already owned, because the cover is in better condition. If I put the better record in the better cover, is that like mixing serial numbers on a collectible car or gun?
Steve Lawrence and Eydie GormeWe Got Us. I will buy Steve and Eydie albums because of Eydie; I left a couple of Steve Lawrence solo works in the bins.
Benny Goodman and His OrchestraLet’s Dance Again. Pete Fountains is leading me to appreciate the clarinet. How many people in the 21st century would say Pete Fountains led them to give Benny Goodman an audience? Very few. Or one.
The Isley BrothersDo Their Thing. Not to be confused with “It’s Your Thing” which the Isley Brothers do. The Isley Brothers do all things.
Olivia Newton-JohnMaking a Good Thing Better. Because as of this spring, I’m apparently a collector of Olivia Newton-John albums.
Louis Armstrong and His All-StarsI Love Jazz!.
Perry ComoSeason’s Greetings from Perry Como. Because I’ve recently started finding Perry Como albums in the wild (after I said one rarely does), I’ve started buying them.
Dean MartinWinter Romance. This is the other Christmas album, the one with “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” on it. (The non-other album, of course, is The Dean Martin Christmas Album.)
Bennett & BasieStrike Up The Band.
Tennessee Ernie FordSixteen Tons.
Harry James and His Big BandMr. Trumpet. I’ve never heard of Harry James before, but apparently he played for Benny Goodman before starting his own band at 23. I’ll look for more of his work in the future.
The McGuire SistersMay You Always.
Eydie GormeVamps the Roaring 20s.
Natalie ColeUnpredictable. When I first say it, I thought the word was Unforgettable, and I was confused as to why the song was not actually on the album. Danged cursive.
Pat SuzukiThe Many Sides of Pat Suzuki.
Pat SuzukiBroadway ’59. Again, when I see multiple discs from an artist I don’t know, I’ll tend to buy them all in case I like the artist. This turned out well, as Suzuki has a strong voice and belts out some songs. These two discs represent half her catalog, which is a shame.
It was a fruitful trip, except for the no televisions. I think I’ll use the search-for-televisions thing to hit one or more other local thrift stores and see what other LPs I can gather, at least until my beautiful wife becomes my beautiful-when-she’s-angry wife.
The Love and Rockets song “So Alive” has entered the playlist of about 200 songs that the local “Most Variety” radio station runs through in roughly the same order but at different times during the day. Almost as though making the programming run on an 18 hour cycle will mask the fact that it’s canned and looping.
I don’t particularly care for the song and didn’t when it was on the radio as a hit; I remember hearing it come on as I was up late on summer vacation, typing computer programs from magazines into a computer room at the house on the gravel road deep in the Heads Creek valley between House Springs and Otto, Missouri, after the rest of the household had gone to bed. The reward was seeing a terribly low resolution ball bounce in a terribly low resolution maze if all the typing matched the checksums at the end of the line.
Now, I hear the song on the radio, and I quip to my children, “It’s a shame when they broke up, because neither Love nor Rockets had much luck solo.”
They don’t get it.
And back in those Commodore 128 summers, we didn’t actually have a way to easily look up whatever happened to those guys. They cut a couple records after the one that spawned their biggest hit, but did not have the same success and they broke up in the 20th century and briefly reunited in the 21st century for a bit of nostalgia.
The Catholic church down on Republic Road had its annual garage sale this weekend, so I sneaked off on Friday afternoon to see if there was anything for me. I don’t know why, but I’ve been a little down on going to garage sales of late. In the past, I’ve found things I could use in crafts or around the house; I’ve found things to sell on eBay for a bit of walking around money; I’ve found things I collect myself, like old computers and electronics; and I’ve found books and music.
However, I’m not doing the crafts or the eBay much these days, and I’m stuffed to the rafters with books to read. You don’t find old electronics in garage sales these days, as they’ve already found their ways into collections by this point. And the household stuff available is generally ticky tack, and although I’ve been a bachelor and once had a cable spool covered with shag fabric as a central piece of furniture in my loving room, I’m entering the age of my life (that is, married a while) where I’m moving away from pressboard if I can. We’re even down to only two secondhand (garage sale, natch) Sauder printer stands as central pieces of furniture in our house. So the only thing I’m really interested in is maybe some music or records. But I’m still drawn to garage sales for old times’ sake and because, hey, who knows. But I favor the church sales because normal garage sales are rife with kids’ things and things young families want to get rid of. I’m not in a young family, so I don’t need what they have to offer.
At any rate, I did find something:
Among the books, we have:
A Norwegian-English dictionary, just in case I ever get to greet the members of a-ha in their native language.
Four books in Andre Norton’s Witchworld series in a box set.
A book of holiday jokes to scan during fall football games and then to pass onto the joke-loving children.
Two of the Richard Marcinko Rogue Warrior novels whose names I didn’t recognize.
The Book of Useless Information, another to flip through between football plays on Sunday afternoons.
A couple books of manga. I don’t know anything about manga, even how to pronounce manga. I want to pronounce it with a j sound, like mangia, but that’s because I did an open mic night at a little restaurant called Mangia Italiana a couple times back in the day. I’m not sure whether to try it like mango (as Americans pronounce it) or mango (like it’s properly pronounced by Spanish speakers). Given that I spoke Japanese with a Spanish accent back when I tried to learn it from a text-based computer program and pronounced all transliterated Japanese words with Spanish phonemes, I’ll go with the latter until I embarrass myself and say it in front of someone who knows how it’s pronounced.
Mele Abbey a guidebook for a landmark of some sort to flip through during football games. Hey, it’s OTA time for the NFL. I have to prepare for the season, too.
The Road to Serfdom by Hayek. For fifty cents.
As to music, I got:
The Denver Brass, Misbehavin’ on CD.
The Best of Romance of The Spanish Guitar on CD.
The Dave Brubeck Trio, Time Out (1959) on vinyl.
Pearl Bailey, Saint Louis Blues on vinyl.
A 78 rpm picture record of Joan Edwards singing “More than You Know” and “Go West Young Man”. It lists on eBay for 40-80 dollars. W00t! And it sounds good.
A couple of Bing Crosby 78s. It’s the binder for songs from the film Going My Way, but of the 3 platters, only one is included, and its spindle hole is damaged and requires repair; another disc is “White Christmas”.
A 78 song and story book for “Little Toot”.
Additionally, I picked up two videocassettes: Crocodile Dundee and It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown along with a book about drawing heroes that I’ve passed onto my children.
The total cost was $17.50. I was tempted to return today to buy the rest of the 78s for a buck (it’s a dollar for a bag at noon), but I’m resisting it.
In 1990, a band called Londonbeat charted a song called “I’ve Been Thinking About You” which you sometimes hear on the radio even today. Well, I assume somewhere, you might; here in Springfield, it doesn’t fit into the three radio formats and the 1000 songs on their combined playlists at any given time.
In 1990, Londonbeat charted a follow-up single. Deb, a woman I hung around with and would eventually date briefly, loved Londonbeat, but I was just then growing my mullet and listening to album oriented rock at the time (which survives as classic rock, one of the three radio formats in Springfield–the other two being country and the greatest hits of all time which means music from the 1980s and 1990s and, when they’re feeling saucy, a Bruno Mars tune (but don’t worry about that program director who went a little too far–he’s fired!)).
Where was I before I digressed two sets of parentheses deep?
Oh, yes, I made light of Londonbeat, especially their second hit, which includes the lines:
On the harbour bridge
The rain was gently falling down
On a lazy summer day
Your face appeared
There on my windscreen
You smiled and slipped away
“My God, he just hit her with his car,” I said because I have always had this grim sense of humor. Also, because it was the 1990s, a dark age, so I apologize for expressing the thought that the poet-narrator was talking about a woman.
So, at any rate, I made light of the song, and in the infrequent times I thought of Londonbeat over the years, I mostly remembered “I’ve Been Thinking About You” and could not remember the name of this song. Sometimes, I’d think that the last time I thought about Londonbeat a couple years ago, I could remember the name of the song, but I probably did not.
I know, I know, some of those times were in the 21st century, and if I’d been at a computer, I could have looked it up to see the name of the other song. Why, this sometimes even occurred in the smart phone era, where I could whip out a portable computer and I could look it up. But I didn’t, probably because I thought of Londonbeat while driving or in circumstances where I didn’t want to stare at a portable computer screen while life occurred in front of me.
However, this morning <fanfare>>fanfare<, I was at my computer thinking about Londonbeat, and I looked it up, and (re)discovered:
“A Better Love”:
Now, more than twenty years later, I listen to it, and I think, Hey, that sounds okay. Maybe I’ll pick up a Londonbeat album now that I’m an old man and am branching out from the AOR.
Now, the challenge that will follow me around for the next twenty years: What was that other song by Soul II Soul? Like Londonbeat, Soul II Soul charted more than one song, so you don’t hear “Back to Life” on the radio on the One Hit Wonders special programming.
There’s a little contention at Nogglestead about which version of the song “Radioactive” is the best.
First, the original by Imagine Dragons:
Second, the cover by Within Temptation:
My beautiful wife thinks one is the definitive version, and I think the other is.
Please, let me know which you think is the better.
I don’t want to bias you, but clearly one version is slower and building, which is appropriate pacing for a song about waking up and reinvigorating, and one is up tempo and nice and all, but it doesn’t convey that same sense of awakening.
Today, I visited the Friends of the Springfield-Greene County Library Spring Book Sale for the first time. Over the last couple of years, I’ve adopted a staged approach to the book sale. First, I go for the albums, and then I go back and look over the books, preferably on half price or bag day.
So today I bought 31 record albums (at $1 each). I also got a couple books as I passed by the History and Poetry tables in the Value Books section.
Here they are:
Four albums by the Four Freshmen. I already had The Swingers and have hoped for the opportunity to expand the collection. This time out, I got Four Freshmen and Five Guitars, Freshman Favorites, In A Class By Themselves, and Fresh! which is from 1986 and is probably a new set of singers.
Linda Ronstadt’s What’s New which looks to be a collection of standards.
Pete Fountain’s Mood Indigo. I got a couple of Pete Fountain’s albums in the autumn, and I liked them well enough to look for more.
Mary McPartland Plays the Music of Billy Strayhorn
Ray Parker, Jr., The Other Woman
Yello, One Second featuring “Oh Yeah” (which also appears in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. When my children were littler, I played this song for them a lot on YouTube. It will seem strangely familiar to them now when I play it on record.
Doc Severinson and the Sound of the 70s, Feel Good
An album of Gregorian Chant
The soundtrack to the film Xanadu to replace a copy I bought last autumn which skips.
Two other Olivia Newton-John albums, Don’t Stop Believin’ and something else because my beautiful wife has a lots of her albums. When I showed her the new ones and asked if she had them, she said no. Also, she doesn’t really like Olivia Newton-John.
Diana Schuur, Schuur Thing
Tito Rodriguez, Este Es Mi Mundo (This Is My World).
Jackie Gleason, How Sweet It Is For Lovers
A collection of television theme songs not by the original artists.
A bunch of classical stuff because it looks as though the college radio station was dumping a lot of classical records. It’s hard for me to pick amongst classical things, as I’m not sure what of the great composers we have or lack (aside from knowing we have a lot of Beethoven but no Fidelio).
This year, the Rat Pack and Herb Alpert were poorly represented; only The Dean Martin Show and a copy of What Now My Love were present. A lot of Olivia Newton-John, though, and a lot of Barbra Streisand.
I also got a couple of packs of poetry chapbooks (bundled together for a buck each), A History of Rome to 565 AD, and a collection of musings called Ginger Snaps.
So my bookshelves are not bulging much more from the purchase, but my record storage is now sadly lacking. I’ll have to invest in a nice record cabinet sometime to store them properly.
And I’ve discovered that I get a more acute sense of anticipation buying record albums than books. When I bring the records home and put them by the record player, I find myself inventing reasons to be in the parlor just so I can listen to another of the new platters. When I bring the books home, I’m often interested in reading them, but I no longer really get a I can’t wait! feeling. Because, as the years have proven, I often do wait.
Every week, I listen to a pile of records. Well, not a pile. A stack.
You see, as I get them out from the shelves to give them a spin, I start stacking them next to the record player not unlike a college student stacking his beer cups at a Milwaukee church fair. As trophies of music listened to. Also, it ensures I get decent rotation on the LPs so I listen to different things daily.
At the end of a week, it looks like this:
Last week, I listened to:
The George Shearing Trio Jazz Moments
Living Brass Songs Made Famous By Tom Jones
Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass Volume 2
Frank Sinatra September of My Years
Frank Sinatra That Old Feeling
Maynard Ferguson Conquistador
Herb Alpert Rise
The Swedish Gospel Singers Take A Little Time to Sing
Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66
Guy Lombardo Alley Cat
Jackie Gleason Presents Music to Make You Misty
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass What Now My Love
Bobby Dukoff Sax in Silk
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass SRO
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass Going Places
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass Warm
St. Louis Symphony Orchestra Debussy La Mer and Ravel La Valse and Valses Nobles et Sentimales
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass The Brass Are Comin’
Los Norte Americanos The Band I Heard In Tijuana
The Melachrino Strings and Orchestra Music for Relaxation
Dean Martin You Can’t Love ‘Em All
Mercury Records Music to Live By
Rocio Jurado Senora
Daniel Barenboim Mozart in Minor
Maynard Ferguson High Voltage
Emil Gilels Beethoven ‘Emperor Concerto
Frank Sinatra Only the Lonely
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass Sounds Like
Jackie Gleason Presents The Torch with the Blue Flame
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass Greatest Hits
Soundtrack Bridge on the River Kwai
The Paris Conservetoire Orchestra/New Symphony of London Favorite Overtures
Lawrence Welk Polka Party
Dean Martin The Dean Martin TV Show
Jackie Gleason Presents Music, Martinis, and Memories
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass Coney Island
Gary Graffman and the New York Philharmonic Rachmaninoff Second Piano Concerto/Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini
Herb Alpert Beyond
The Trumpets Unlimited Sounds Tijuana!
The Jay Gordon String Orchestra Music for Day Dreaming
The Houston Symphony Orchestra Johannes Brahms Symphony 3 in F Major
Bamberg Symphony Orchestra Rossini William Tell and other famous overtures
Henry Mancini The Music from Peter Gunn
I also probably also listened to a Beethoven symphony or two, but I put the boxed sets away immediately and don’t stack them.
As you can see, I favor the 1960s Tijuana trumpet sound. Also note that the record collection tends to run towards big band, crooners, classical, and trumpet selections with only a few post-1960s titles and movie soundtracks. Because that’s what I like to play in the background for meals or main level house living. The rock is all on the computer for work-time listening.