Ah, gentle reader. Yesterday, I cleaned the main level of the house and then hit the gym with my beautiful wife for some cardio training since I will probably do one or two more triathlons at the end of the summer and don’t want to suck or don’t want any of my family to beat me in them. After a snooze, I was not sure what to do with the afternoon, so I thought I’d spend an hour or so at Relics, ostensibly looking for presents for birthdays, the wedding anniversary, and/or Christmas. Nothing in that regard leaped out to me, but I did find a couple of records to bring home.
I got:
- Heads by Bob James. It features David Sanborn, Eric Gale, and Grover T. Washington on it, and it was at the low end of what records go for these days at antique malls ($3.95). Still, my musical tastes are going to fly under the radar–the youngsters who put records in the big antique malls–they won’t recognize Bob James. Or maybe people just won’t buy it, so they’re properly pricing it.
- Jeffery Osborne’s debut album. I got a later album, Emotional, last fall (I was pleased to see this was not a duplicate). It was priced $1.00, but it was in a bin that said fifty cents. Either way, it was worth it.
- Sincerely Yours by Sweet Sensation, a female trio a la Expose from the late 1980s. This is a 12″ single with four different mixes of the same song, so I won’t really spin it that often. But, Brian J., you didn’t buy it to listen to it, you might accuse. At which point I might look away and admit I paid $2.00 for this record because of the pretty women on the cover. Which not enough people did in the 1980s, or the group would be remembered.
- Down Two Then Left by Boz Scaggs who gets some rotation on WSIE (I just said that in 2022 when I got my first Boz Scaggs record, Silk).
I paid for it with the cash in my wallet, so it really wasn’t like spending money at all. And I got change to use in the offering plate for a doughnut and cup of coffee since I’m not tossing twenties in there these days because I’m even now the kind of fellow who will go for some retail therapy now and then, even if it’s only eleven dollars’ worth.
