I always enjoy hearing people's stories about finding records and the things they have to endure and the people they meet, just to get their hands on some sounds. I am always entertained by these anecdotes. I was listening to the Soulcast internet radio program and heard a great story from a guy who was in a bad part of LA and barely made the bus out of there with a Sam Fletcher Tollie in his hand. I also read a good one in Manifesto (I think) about a guy who searched through loads and loads of 45s owned by some flamer who was coming onto him while he was a guest in his house.
I'll start it off with two of my own personal stories:
FIRST ONE: Repeat of an earlier Soul Source post about records that changed my life. This also explains my introduction to northern:
Summer of '91, I was running an ad in my local newspaper in Wheeling, West Virginia-where I grew up, advertising that I was looking for old records. So this woman calls me around 8pm on a Saturday evening, and I go to her place and it's a TOTAL hillbilly set-up. It's in a public housing project on a dead-end street in the worst part of town. There's garbage EVERYWHERE outside and the kids are running around, babies crying, dogs barking, etc. Anyway, I go in to this tiny kitchen area and this gross old fat woman brings out about 300 45s on a broomstick with cut-out pieces of newspaper between every single record. And the whole time, she's handing me little stacks and picking them up and bringing them up all the way over the stick and I'm peeling paper off and seeing all sorts of junk, like I expected. But then things started to look up. I grabbed every small-label odd-looking item I could find in any genre of music. So, by this time, it's dark and I'm hot as hell and finished in there. I give her a whopping $10 for about 50 records, which she was pleased with. So when I get home, I start playing these records and one of them happened to be a VG looking copy of "Sidra's Theme" that played very nicely. I was awestruck with this record immediately and played it again, much louder and got into it even more. Not more than a month or two later, I see the term "northern soul" for the very first time on a Craig Moerer Records by Mail sales list. I studied the hell out of the list not knowing what the term meant or what the common thread was between these 45s. As I realized that I had some of the records on the list, I listened to them and put the pieces together and made it my mission to learn about northern soul. It took me until 1994 to learn what it really was, because I got my first CDs of it. For the three years up to '94, I was almost completely on my own trying to pinpoint the sound, armed with about nothing except a Simon Soussan price guide I eventually got a hold of, which confirmed so many of my guesses of which records were northern but told me nothing about the history or the music itself. Of course, I eventually found out "Sidra's Theme" was considered northern soul. With no prior knowledge of any sub-culture, I continually sought out the sound, developed a keen ear for it. The more that I learned about the dancing and culture, I realized that this was for me and never looked back. Now I'm hooked for life and loving it!
SECOND STORY: Getting Records in the middle of the night under weird circumstances...
Back in 1992, I used to put on a suit just about every Saturday afternoon and DJ wedding reception after wedding reception playing crappy music, to earn money while I was in college. I hated it, but the money was good. Anyway...I'm driving down the road to do the job and I'm going into hillbilly country heading toward this small Ohio town. On my way, I see some junkman who was apparently living in a school bus on the side of the road selling all sorts of stuff, like bicycles, tools, furniture and whatever..I thought "shit-I can't pull over and look because I've got to get to the damn reception hall!" I wondered if he had any records. So after the reception was over and I was on my way home, THERE HE WAS! 1130pm at night and he's still out there selling stuff. Needless to say, I pulled over. I walked up to his little school bus home and asked him if he had any records and he said "yeah! come on in!" So I go into the bus and he's got a whole setup going on in there. TV playing Saturday Night Live above the driver's seat, a table, food, dishes, a bed in the back...there's crap EVERYWHERE! So I'm standing in the middle of the bus with my suit on and he's tearing the place apart looking for records and he turns up about two Elvis records, so I said "is that all you've got" He said "come back later I'll get some more out for you." I'm like "later? are you sure? It's gonna be about 1am!" He said to just come on back anyway so I went home and unloaded my DJ gear and got my two friends and we headed back out to hillbilly country in the middle of the night to go check out the man in the bus for the records. (It sounds like a shady drug deal doesn't it? I mean-you would have thought we were buying moonshine or something.) So we pull up to the bus and all the lights are out and I'm like "oh man..." Then he pops up in the window and says "hold on I'll be right out!" So he comes out with a flashlight and we follow him around the bus behind some weeds and bushes on this short path-it's pitch black and you can only see the light from the flashlight and literally all you can hear are crickets. We walk up to this little tool shed and he starts digging around and pulls up this decent sized box of 45s that are all near mint and all primo 50s rock and roll and r&b, goreous webbed top checker labels, chess, sun, etc. got an entire lot from him at $30-what a bargain! We thanked him and headed off to get a bite at an all nite diner. Not the best record finds of my life but definitely one of the most interesting vinyl hunting experiences ever. Getting 45s in the woods at 1am totally rules!
I always enjoy hearing people's stories about finding records and the things they have to endure and the people they meet, just to get their hands on some sounds. I am always entertained by these anecdotes. I was listening to the Soulcast internet radio program and heard a great story from a guy who was in a bad part of LA and barely made the bus out of there with a Sam Fletcher Tollie in his hand. I also read a good one in Manifesto (I think) about a guy who searched through loads and loads of 45s owned by some flamer who was coming onto him while he was a guest in his house.
I'll start it off with two of my own personal stories:
FIRST ONE: Repeat of an earlier Soul Source post about records that changed my life. This also explains my introduction to northern:
Summer of '91, I was running an ad in my local newspaper in Wheeling, West Virginia-where I grew up, advertising that I was looking for old records. So this woman calls me around 8pm on a Saturday evening, and I go to her place and it's a TOTAL hillbilly set-up. It's in a public housing project on a dead-end street in the worst part of town. There's garbage EVERYWHERE outside and the kids are running around, babies crying, dogs barking, etc. Anyway, I go in to this tiny kitchen area and this gross old fat woman brings out about 300 45s on a broomstick with cut-out pieces of newspaper between every single record. And the whole time, she's handing me little stacks and picking them up and bringing them up all the way over the stick and I'm peeling paper off and seeing all sorts of junk, like I expected. But then things started to look up. I grabbed every small-label odd-looking item I could find in any genre of music. So, by this time, it's dark and I'm hot as hell and finished in there. I give her a whopping $10 for about 50 records, which she was pleased with. So when I get home, I start playing these records and one of them happened to be a VG looking copy of "Sidra's Theme" that played very nicely. I was awestruck with this record immediately and played it again, much louder and got into it even more. Not more than a month or two later, I see the term "northern soul" for the very first time on a Craig Moerer Records by Mail sales list. I studied the hell out of the list not knowing what the term meant or what the common thread was between these 45s. As I realized that I had some of the records on the list, I listened to them and put the pieces together and made it my mission to learn about northern soul. It took me until 1994 to learn what it really was, because I got my first CDs of it. For the three years up to '94, I was almost completely on my own trying to pinpoint the sound, armed with about nothing except a Simon Soussan price guide I eventually got a hold of, which confirmed so many of my guesses of which records were northern but told me nothing about the history or the music itself. Of course, I eventually found out "Sidra's Theme" was considered northern soul. With no prior knowledge of any sub-culture, I continually sought out the sound, developed a keen ear for it. The more that I learned about the dancing and culture, I realized that this was for me and never looked back. Now I'm hooked for life and loving it!
SECOND STORY: Getting Records in the middle of the night under weird circumstances...
Back in 1992, I used to put on a suit just about every Saturday afternoon and DJ wedding reception after wedding reception playing crappy music, to earn money while I was in college. I hated it, but the money was good. Anyway...I'm driving down the road to do the job and I'm going into hillbilly country heading toward this small Ohio town. On my way, I see some junkman who was apparently living in a school bus on the side of the road selling all sorts of stuff, like bicycles, tools, furniture and whatever..I thought "shit-I can't pull over and look because I've got to get to the damn reception hall!" I wondered if he had any records. So after the reception was over and I was on my way home, THERE HE WAS! 1130pm at night and he's still out there selling stuff. Needless to say, I pulled over. I walked up to his little school bus home and asked him if he had any records and he said "yeah! come on in!" So I go into the bus and he's got a whole setup going on in there. TV playing Saturday Night Live above the driver's seat, a table, food, dishes, a bed in the back...there's crap EVERYWHERE! So I'm standing in the middle of the bus with my suit on and he's tearing the place apart looking for records and he turns up about two Elvis records, so I said "is that all you've got" He said "come back later I'll get some more out for you." I'm like "later? are you sure? It's gonna be about 1am!" He said to just come on back anyway so I went home and unloaded my DJ gear and got my two friends and we headed back out to hillbilly country in the middle of the night to go check out the man in the bus for the records. (It sounds like a shady drug deal doesn't it? I mean-you would have thought we were buying moonshine or something.) So we pull up to the bus and all the lights are out and I'm like "oh man..." Then he pops up in the window and says "hold on I'll be right out!" So he comes out with a flashlight and we follow him around the bus behind some weeds and bushes on this short path-it's pitch black and you can only see the light from the flashlight and literally all you can hear are crickets. We walk up to this little tool shed and he starts digging around and pulls up this decent sized box of 45s that are all near mint and all primo 50s rock and roll and r&b, goreous webbed top checker labels, chess, sun, etc. got an entire lot from him at $30-what a bargain! We thanked him and headed off to get a bite at an all nite diner. Not the best record finds of my life but definitely one of the most interesting vinyl hunting experiences ever. Getting 45s in the woods at 1am totally rules!
KTF
Jas