“Tex Ritter’s gone and Disney’s dead
The screen is filled with sex.” – The Statler Brothers via Whatever Happened to Randolph Scott circa: 1973.
Monthly Archives: July 2017
Esque
Part insert, part cover (thanks to the die-cut heavy duty outer shell), this glossy sleeve to Esquivel and His Orchestra’s 1962 classic, and Space Age Pop essential, Latin-Esque give an in-depth look into the technical advances in the recording of this album. It’s an interesting read, and remember kids, this is 1962.———-
As she goes, “This album represents, to the best of our knowledge, the first time in the history of stereo recording in which absolute separation of channels has been achieved.” Click on the photo to continue reading.
New
Fresh from the used record bins of our local brick and mortar to our office floor. Here are the latest acquisitions to the ol’ collection. A few hidden gems in here, and all for under $20.
How Your Hi-Fi Stereo Record Works
Not much to say today (or any day), so here is a lovely insert from Mercury Records circa: 1961. So, just in case you wanted to know how your hi-fi stereo record works, have a glance at the handy diagram above. Cheers.
Old at Newbury
The only other album that I’ve ever heard to legitimately rival The Kinks are the Village Green Preservation Society (1968, The Kinks) is, of course, Odessey and Oracle by The Zombies (1968). Newbury Comics did an exclusive run back in 2015 of 1000 on… let me look it up because, you know, accuracy… “Red, Blue & Yellow Haze” vinyl. It’s no longer available on Newbury’s site (though I highly recommend their limited run exclusives), but as with most anything, it can be found over at Discogs. If you’ve got the green for some red, blue and yellow, we suggest this amazing and limited reissue.
Prudent Folly
I was beside myself with excitement back in 2015 for this Record Store Day release of Rainbow Ffolly’s 1968 debut, Sallies Fforth… that was until I realized that it skipped on all three of my turntables. Brand new, extracted from beneath the cellophane coffin myself, and she skips… multiple times. This led me to believe, or at least consider, that it may be time to up the quality of my “everyday” turntable. So, once the fog of damage that is my car repair bill finally settles, it’ll be turntable hunting time. I guess it would be cheaper just to buy another copy of this classic psychedelic album, but I’m not one for taking chances.
All that Glitters…
In 1972, Fantasy Records released an 8-track comp album of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s most beloved radio classics titled, Creedence Gold. Born on the Bayou, The Midnight Special, Bad Moon Rising, I Heard it Through the Grapevine, Proud Mary, etc. The die-cut cover offers band member profiles in an interesting “gotcha” marketing ploy. It worked on me, and for close to $2, it should work on you as well! Keep an eye out for Gold. It’s out there.
Brooklyn
A hearty thank you to the wife for this wonderful birthday gift… the 4 track 12″ UK release of No Sleep Till Brooklyn. One step closer to a complete discography, a journey that’s lasted as long as I’ve been collecting.
HAPPY JAWS DAY, 2017!
Happy Jaws Day, everyone! Enjoy your tequila and the company of good friends and family, and don’t go anywhere near the water! Oh! And head over to Mondo RIGHT NOW and preorder the Academy Award winning soundtrack on double “ocean blue” vinyl. This is Mondo, so they’ll go quickly. Tell ’em The Groove sent ‘ya! (Thanks to Hardwick for the heads up on this release.)
Hello Dummy!
Don Rickles’ debut comedy album was released in 1968 on Warner Bros. Records and was recorded live at the Sahara Hotel in Vegas. Only two tracks, but this album is pure Rickles genius, if only for 25 minutes. Have a spin, and a few laughs. RIP Don Rickles.
December 6, 1963
Here is a double page insert from Columbia Records by way of the December 6, 1963 issue of Life magazine. Though the issue focuses (and rightfully so) on the then recent assassination of Mr. Kennedy, this particular issue is chock-full of music-inspired holiday gift ideas, such as the layout above. I’m in the market for this particular magazine (happened upon it at a cabin by the lake), but was sure to take plenty of photos of its wonderful, 54-year-old contents.
The Prudent Groove 