Just back from a road trip with my wife. Was looking for antiques more than records so I didnt hit any specific record spots, just antique shops and Flea Markets. We drove mostly back roads and stayed off the Interstate when possible. This past Thursday I was in a little town in Mississippi and stopped into an Antique Shop that was about 400 square feet. Sitting on a chair there was a small pile of about 10 LPs, all sealed. Picked out a New Colony Six on Centar, Alzo on Bell and Clydie King on Lizard and asked the owner if she had any more(They were a buck a piece). No she replied Those came out of a house here in town that collapsed a few months back. It was filled with records. Of course I asked if she knew what happened to them and she said she had grabbed a small handful and all the rest were taken to the dump and the house was leveled. I asked if there was anyplace else in town that might have records hoping some of the others might have wound up there. She told me about a large Quonset Hut on the outskirts of town that was like a Flea Market but that they were closing in 30 minutes and it took 20 minutes to get there. We hightailed it there and got there with 15 minutes to dig. I quickly found 4 boxes of 45s still in their original 50s company sleeves and dug in....most of it was pop, Pat Boone, Frank Sinatra, Brook Benton but mixed in was some nice, un-played stuff. I pulled a couple of Ronnie Self Aint Im A Dog, some King and Federal R&B titles, a couple of local things....26 all together at $0.50 each. I found the owner of the building and asked if he had any more. The old boy who has those has 10,000s of them. His Daddy was in the KKK and owned the local Juke Box company. Ill call him for you. He called and got an answering machine. I asked if I could get the # and he said no problem. My wife and I went to dinner and after dinner I gave him a call....no answer again but I left a message. I started to look on the Internet if I could find his address, hell, I would go knock on his door. But his name was very common and I didnt have any luck. Just as I was going to give up and leave town he calls me back. My uncle owned an Amusement company and when my aunt died here attic was filled with those old records. Hold on a second I waited for a few minutes and he came back to the phone and said Nope, I dont have any more of them, I think they all got thrown out. I just had the few hundred left that you saw at the Flea Market I asked if any other relative might have some and he assured me they didnt. He was apologetic but he didnt realize anyone would want those old things. I headed out of town feeling like a balloon that just had the air let out...so close but no dice. My wife consoled me and I said that this is the way it goes more often that not, just that two withing hours each other was a tough pill to swallow. We drove about 100 miles and stopped for the night. The next morning at exactly 6:13 AM the juke box dude called me back. I found one more box of those records if youre still in town was the message he left on my answering machine. If not, call me and I can email you whats here and I can send you what you want.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 21:57:42 +0000
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