Found a great, rare, and somewhat valuable jazz record in an unlikely spot: The Awakening "Hear, Sense, and Feel", in the middle of Amish country in eastern Pennsylvania. This record is on the "Black Jazz" label and is fucking amazing. It has some of the best Fender Rhodes electric piano sounds I have ever heard on wax. Unfortunately it was missing the sleeve.
I often wonder how things get places and their history. I mean, what is an avant-garde African-American jazz record doing in a Goodwill in the middle of corn country where I didn't see a single black person the entire weekend I was there? How did it get there? What happened to the cover? There were no other records at all even remotely like it in the boxes I was looking through. So I have to wonder who owned this record before me? Do they regret giving it away to Goodwill? Did they even know it was gone? It seems like the kind of thing you wouldn't give away.
This is the kind of thing that goes through my mind at the the thrift stores, flea markets, junk stores, salvage yards, etc. that I frequent.
I often wonder how things get places and their history. I mean, what is an avant-garde African-American jazz record doing in a Goodwill in the middle of corn country where I didn't see a single black person the entire weekend I was there? How did it get there? What happened to the cover? There were no other records at all even remotely like it in the boxes I was looking through. So I have to wonder who owned this record before me? Do they regret giving it away to Goodwill? Did they even know it was gone? It seems like the kind of thing you wouldn't give away.
This is the kind of thing that goes through my mind at the the thrift stores, flea markets, junk stores, salvage yards, etc. that I frequent.
I often think about the history behind random, obscure objects when they come to my attention as well. Who's they were and how they came to be in my presence.