this has been spurred by the death of Mr. Bowie, and a post I saw on facebook about how record shops are putting up 2nd hand LP prices to match ebay..
are there any particular tales of amazing stuff that you let slip away out of ignorance/timing/bad luck? (please feel free to include tales of guitars, lovers, cars and cats).
- when I was 15/16 and on one of the country boy up in the city with £50 burning a hole in his pocket to buy records trip, I let pass pretty much all of bowies early 70's back catalog (hunky dory, ziggy, aladin and pinups - all orange RCA) in a charity shop, and bought Images instead. thats right, fucking images. In fairness, I had no older siblings or cousins, and was a social outcast, so my knowledge of music beyond a few bands was fairly limited. I think I bought it because it was a double lp and liked the sleeve.
- at an auction with my dad a good 10 years later. we arrived late and after the auction I was rooting through the unsold stuff and found a box of LP's - mostly 70's 'classic' rock. zep, bowie, sabbath, queen, and the only original t-rex electric warrior Ive ever seen in the flesh. reserve on it was 10 euro. 10 euro. It was only on the way home that my dad told me that at the end of the auction you can make a direct offer on the unsold stuff to the auctioneer.
- outside a place I used to live a skip appeared one day, into which was thrown about 40LPs - mainly 80's synth pop. Pile of new order as well. I just pulled a copy of 'st pepper', soft cell's 'non-stop erotic cabaret', and a MFP collection of well known western themes. In my defense I was blindingly hungover. by the end of the day they were all snaffled.
this could also be taken as #123 in Raz's life of regrets (#1-#120,000)
are there any particular tales of amazing stuff that you let slip away out of ignorance/timing/bad luck? (please feel free to include tales of guitars, lovers, cars and cats).
- when I was 15/16 and on one of the country boy up in the city with £50 burning a hole in his pocket to buy records trip, I let pass pretty much all of bowies early 70's back catalog (hunky dory, ziggy, aladin and pinups - all orange RCA) in a charity shop, and bought Images instead. thats right, fucking images. In fairness, I had no older siblings or cousins, and was a social outcast, so my knowledge of music beyond a few bands was fairly limited. I think I bought it because it was a double lp and liked the sleeve.
- at an auction with my dad a good 10 years later. we arrived late and after the auction I was rooting through the unsold stuff and found a box of LP's - mostly 70's 'classic' rock. zep, bowie, sabbath, queen, and the only original t-rex electric warrior Ive ever seen in the flesh. reserve on it was 10 euro. 10 euro. It was only on the way home that my dad told me that at the end of the auction you can make a direct offer on the unsold stuff to the auctioneer.
- outside a place I used to live a skip appeared one day, into which was thrown about 40LPs - mainly 80's synth pop. Pile of new order as well. I just pulled a copy of 'st pepper', soft cell's 'non-stop erotic cabaret', and a MFP collection of well known western themes. In my defense I was blindingly hungover. by the end of the day they were all snaffled.
this could also be taken as #123 in Raz's life of regrets (#1-#120,000)
