I’m going to put it in my will to put all mine in various obscure charity shops. Found one of those Kent compilations recently so there’s a bit still out there. But yeah some are trying to sell junk for discogs prices.
I always thought the charity went both ways too, helping people who are skint basically
One time on a regional nightclub’s messageboard somebody posted that they’d dropped loads of records into a few (undisclosed) charity shops around here. Went down to my local on the extremely slim off chance that there would be any there, and came home with all the Cramps LPs I needed, loads of Crass records and some (mostly-shit) Factory Benelux and Crammed stuff. Lots of later Fad Gadget and Gang of Four I didn’t have too.
Fully appreciate that that was my one bit of charity shop luck for a lifetime.
People need food, clothing and shelter, not La Dusseldorf compilations.
Damn that’s sick
Yeah. I guess more like the clothes
Digging can obviously get a bit creepy, but I respect anyone who really puts work in. Mate of mine is a northern soul dealer and regularly goes out to the states and spends a lot of time in the arse end of nowhere, making contacts and flyering areas where grandad may be sitting on a stack of choice 7s.
Thing is my local record shop rat records is amazingly cheap a lot of the time and they don’t put out crap, so I really don’t know why I bother with the charity shop stuff. But you never know
A while back I was on a train and overheard the conversation the group of guys sat in front of me were having. One of them was saying how he’d recently been to visit John Peel’s record archive which is at his family home.
The archive is basically shelves and shelves of unorganised boxes of original Beatles, original first wave punk pressings, archive jazz 7 inches etc. An actual unseen treasure trove and it’s all just going mouldy in his basement.
Sidenote, it was bugging me at the time as I sort of recognised the guy talking. Anyway I picked up on something he said and realised it was Four Tet.
A couple of mates in a band called Urusei Yatsura had Christmas Dinner at Peel’s place once (although not actually on Christmas Day) and supposedly he farted throughout, and his wife and kids just seemed used to it.
Photos below from a dig / paddle around what was left of Pandemonium Records in Manchester a few years ago - not sure how many records were there but tens of thousands at least. The owner George was well known for refusing to sell any stock, instead offering to tape albums for people so the business didn’t last so everything got dumped in a basement in Newton Heath - all skipped in the end, sadly.
Remember Record Fairs? Expensive but sometimes quite good. Although most of the people at them were wankers.
Went to a slightly wanky boot fair last week, lots of overpriced stuff and mods standing around scooters. Only thing I bought was a chicken wrap. For 8 quid.
Good bit of advice I heard is leave the bottom bin empty if it’s in a basement
Yeah I’m sure boot fairs are called ‘Vintage Street Food Festivals’ now.
The Thing in New York. Very good spot, everything is 2 dollars. Found a load of soul and hip hop. Not sure if it’s still that cheap, people must know the value of it now
Aye. Ooh that’s quite a nice retro clock … Oh it’s 45 quid
Exactly this. There’s one at Tynemouth Station in Newcastle with a ‘vintage vinyls’ stall selling Fleetwoood Mac reissues for £60
Something about the demographic that’s into vinyl now but they fuckin love Fleetwood Mac. Overhead a guy in a shop saying he’d sold 2 Rumours that morning