Feeling a bit letdown today after having been outbid on Rocket from the Crypt’s coveted Rocket Pack… for the second time this year, so am clinging to the comforting grooves of Mr. Croce. This 1975 double LP collection from 1975 was nabbed for $4 in Vegas, and is littered with skips and major imperfections… much like my seemingly endless journey towards the Rocket Pack. Keep hunting if you can stomach the heartache, kids.
Category Archives: Misc
Secret
7″d
Kinda
Kinda at work. Kinda one of only two (out of six) in a meeting room, waiting for said meeting to start. Kinda over it. Kinda listening to Odyssey and Oracle via Spotify. Kinda just got the question from my supervisor, “Is this the Beatles?” Kinda looking for a new job, now.
Glenn Miller Mondays
I’ve been thinking of establishing “Glenn Miller Night” at the local listening hole. Perhaps this could pair with a vintage dish from an old 1950’s cookbook we have laying around. Chicken Liver Omelette or Giblet Pie would complement Moonlight Serenade adequately, don’t you think?
UK vs. US
“To all my friends, I feel just great.” – NOFX
When Perfect isn’t Enough
Strongly considering becoming an Anaheim Angles fan after what the Los Angeles Dodgers did tonight, though it pains me to say… to no end. Lucky for me, I’m a Milwaukee Brewers fan, and have no need to worry about any of our low budget pitchers throwing a perfect game, something that has only been done 23 times in Major League Baseball history… each team plays 162 games a year, just in case you forgot. Wishing you many, many sleepless nights, Dave Roberts.
33-210 MONO
As a break-off from Atlantic Records back in 1955, Atco Records served as home to non-soul / jazz / blues records throughout the early 1960’s and 1970’s, most notably Cream, Vanilla Fudge, Tim Hardin, and an early 1961 Beatles 7″ featuring Tony Sheridan (though some sources claim 1964). Before turning focus to mid-1970’s hard rock, Atco released catalog no. 33-210, which just so happens to be Tim Hardin’s earliest recordings (1963-ish), This is Tim Hardin. If the catchy logo doesn’t grab ya’, the historical significance of this genius’ earliest recordings should be enough to peak some interest, or at the very least, demand a spin on a random Thursday night.
88.9
Los Angeles isn’t known for its groundbreaking radio stations, unfortunately, but there is one that, to put it lightly, and without blemish, stands above the less than appealing hoards, 88.9’s KXLU out of Loyola Marymount University. If yesterday’s Big Wednesday by Buffalo Daughter is any indication of this station’s wide scope, and it is, one can not properly prepare (nor should they), but instead, should allow for the unimaginable to spray forth from 88.9 (FM stands for frequency modulation, btw… sorry if you knew). My digital dial to and from work is daily fixed on this magnificent frequency, and I applaud the station’s self-proclaiming, non-commercial approach. It’s refreshing, and informative (don’t Shazam and drive, kids). If you find yourself in LA, tune in. Latin fiesta, aka Alma del Barrio, every Saturday and Sunday from 6 to 6, and the International Voice of Reason (Ivor) Fridays. You’re welcome.
A Quickie at the Kitty
Had a quickie at the Kitty on her last night. Sigh… This shot was taken on her last Punk Rock BBQ. Watt are you doing?! (a bit of Minutemen humor) I won’t say she was my favorite bar, but she was, by far, the best bar in Los Angeles. You, and the memories you’ve provided, will be sorely missed.
Take Five
… or a bit more, use your discretion.
Last Minute
So, last minute bugs prevent proper crop time, so here lies the honest, unedited depiction of tonight’s entertainment.
A “Round” of Drinks on the Groove
Not only do I need to start taking photos that are much more level, I need to start mixing these luscious cocktails from the Vinyl Me, Please releases. They boast themselves as the best damn record club on the market, and they’re certainly not wrong. We here just need to utilize their many spoils. If you’re pondering a club where everybody knows your name, consider Vinyl Me, Please. It’s not shitty, and that’s a good thing.
Incorporated Population: 1270
With the screaming rooster, comes the rising sun, and along with it, majestic, Memphis sounds of early rock n’ roll. Sun LP 1270 happens to be an early Johnny Cash album, but that’s secondary to this nostalgic logo. Happy homesick Saturday, kids!
Give the Gift of (Mystery) Music
The perfectly wrapped mystery gift sits on display for a few additional days. Its impeccable wrapping, a work of art in and of itself, is both a thoughtful gesture, and a display-worthy presentation. Thank you, mystery gift givers!
Rogue Double
So I placed my Vinyl Me, Please order for an unforgiving friend and I got double copies of this exclusive. Do I keep, or do I sell? Hmmm…
Clutter Be Damned
I am a man who despises clutter. Be it in my iTunes library with all the inconsistent meta data, be it my Discogs collection with incomplete listings, and more recently, (sigh) the “catch all” corner. 78s, 45s (all of them), recently damaged albums, Record Store Day goodies, slipmats, stickers, and random inserts all need a place to stay, and it kills me, on a daily basis, that this corner of the office is that place. Every collector eventually gets to this point, some several times throughout their collecting tenure. Getting into this fix is easy. It’s getting out that’s the challenging part.
The Show Was Bad, But the Drinks are Free…
… broke and tired…
Kids, Don’t Rat on Your Friends
Today’s midday gesture of obscenities to the neighbors (who are all lovely, btw) came in the form of tangerine sweetness offered directly from Dischord Records. Fellow wallmates need a sudden and unscheduled jolt of energy every once in a while. They’ve said as much, if only in my head. At the very least, exposure is an educational experience.
Spreading the fear of violence through the comforts of vinyl since 2013. – The Prudent Groove
7/4
It is the Fourth of July.
Aloha Bitches
Ukulele Hiro’s (gimmie) custom compact disc is something forged from iconic gold. From Johnny Cash to Descendents, and Billy Joel to The Sex Pistols, this one-man-band militia, armed with a snub-nosed ukulele and a silver-tongued kazoo, offers 18 tracks of pulsating, energetic joy. Thanks to the Viper Room for housing this PBR drinker between stage setups for their headliners.
The Prudent Groove 