patricky

Today, I helped my mother clean out part of her garage, in preparation for us moving all our stuff into there.

I stumbled upon a huge clutch of old records; some were from my youth, some from my mother's, and some from her mother's.

Yeah, there are records nigh on a hundred years old in there.

I found old soundtracks, old jazz, country and spiritual stuff, some Pac Man Fever and Transylvania Twist, at least one old Star Wars Picture Disc, and the album that fascinated me for years as a child: a sound effects guy/comedian who did all sorts of odd vocalizations with only his mouth. I used to sit and listen to that, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

I have no idea how good a condition most of them are in, though I didn't see any broken albums. Time and tide have taken their toll, though: there are rat droppings in some of the boxes, and the albums smell of must and age. ... Even cherished memories are not immune to the passage of days.

Still, it's interesting to see them all, and to see all the really odd, really old stuff.

Finding an original vinyl of the Goldfinger soundtrack was interesting as well.