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« on: April 29, 2017, 2052 UTC »
I remember the movie "High Fidelity". It starts out with the 13th Floor Elevators classic "You're Gonna Miss Me" as both a song about fading record stores in the 90's and swipe at vinyl collectors of the 70's, when papers and magazines such as "Rolling Stone" and "Crawdaddy" always featured classifieds advertising bootlegs of the Elevators albums at ridiculous prices. I knew a guy who bought just the cover of the Ultimate Spinach's first album for fifty bucks when we were in HS, as the record was a legendary thing everyone had heard of, but no one had actually heard. Ironically, the ancient Plymouth Fury he tooled around in had only cost him 75$. I don't know if Eric ever found the record, I never saw him after graduation.
When Moby pulled out that import copy of Stiff Little Fingers "Inflammable Material" early in "High Fidelity" and starts spouting out a line of crap about who it influenced, trying to impress a girl, I about fell out of my seat. I busted my ass to get a copy of that album for friend who worked at a radio station only to have it returned the same day with, "It's too hard edge for us". I kept it, and I'm damn glad I did. It was a killer record and IMO, the last explosion of the first wave of Punk.
Part of the nostalgia for vinyl, again strictly, IMO, is the tube amps and receivers matched with the HQ speakers we listened to them on. Those combos could make a cat fight sound like Bach.
My back is still paying for moving those boxes and crates of records, Ed. I was mowing the lawn yesterday and today I've got a pain from where I felt that funny "pop" from carrying a box of "Frampton Comes Alive" up the stairs from our basement warehouse to the stock room in '76. I didn't like Peter then, and don't like him now. "Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah ...." What a talent!