It’s not a hugely well kept-secret that I’m mid-divorce, Clamistas. It’s a real pain, a long drawn-out process, even with a relatively amicable split and 50/50 division of caterwauling children and meager millenial assets. But the great thing? I have a sweet and fantastic boyfriend who works at Mystery Train, the giant awesome record store at the end of Main Street. He grew up in East Gloucester, so he is patient when I ask him things like “DID THEY FEED YOU KALE WHEN YOU WERE BORN” and “DID THEY DO YOGA IN THE SCHOOLS?”
So sometimes I go visit him at work, because I like his face. And I have for you a collection of the most ridiculous records I have seen so far upon my visits. Here.
i would love to own a few of those albums
most are still there!
Historical nuggets all! Though “Songs for Safe Boating” is a funny enough title in itself, and I admit this may be a stretch, I don’t think it is: At this time, Miss Andersen was almost unknown, Rich Little was a nobody, and yet they got top billing here, while the two A list Black entertainers wound up on the bottom of the group. And I’ll bet that’s why.
That aside, I very much want to hear the “crepitation contest”.
Long play, hm? Nice.
I heard the crepitation contest back in the 70’s. It was long, drawn out and wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be. I think the idea was born way before the 70’s as it wasn’t as risque as one would think.
That 3 stooges record would be a collectors item.