I bought four A.A. Allen records at Goodwill last week, not for their covers, but for something I’ll show you later.
A. A. Allen was an old-school tent preacher who cast out demons and made the lame walk. He died in 1970 after a heavy drinking binge.
That is one seriously enlarged heart.
I have a few albums of tent preachers recorded in action and they’re all pretty awesome. On this one, Allen isn’t railing against Satan so much as boring church music.
Side two features some pretty awesome black gospel singing.
Here’s the back cover (click to enlarge):
Note the thumbnails of other A. A. Allen records. There’s a few I wouldn’t mind finding, especially this one:
The next two have really boring covers, and long, boring sermons (45 minutes per side because they’re at 16 rpm!)
I bought them anyway. Here’s why:
Just got this nifty petit point clown at Goodwill. It was made by an 86 year old Lion (the service club, presumably). It makes a very handsome pair with this one I got a few years back:
For Octoberfest, two versions of “In Heaven There Is No Beer” (sometimes known as “No Beer In Heaven”) from records I’ve culled. For a time I bought any record that had this song in it in an attempt to find a particularly loopy version I heard more than a decade ago on tourist radio as I was driving through Drumheller, Alberta. It was a spirited version with interjections in several languages (“Ja ja ja ja”, “Oui oui oui oui”) between the choruses. I still wish I could find that version.
Things I like that are less than 5 km from my new condo. (click photos to enlarge)
Apple tree 2 m
Worst signage ever cafe 450 m
MacKinnon Ravine bike path 500 m
Bliss Baked Goods 1.3 km
On Food Network Canada’s Donut Showdown.
Salvation Army Thrift Store 2.1 km
Bon Ton Bakery 2.9 km
Duchess Bake Shop 3.4 km
Swanky new Jasper Place Library 3.4 km
Valley Zoo (formerly Storyland Valley Zoo), 5 km
I’m more than a little sad that the castle entrance gate is gone.
(postcard courtesy of the Internet)
This is my first time sorting my 7″ 45 rpm records – I never got around to it during the first record cull a few years back. It’s not a large collection – only a few hunded after I culled this lot:
I didn’t try to impose too much order – most records I classified under the broad heading of “pop/rock” unless they clearly weren’t. I also created a few oddball categories that don’t exist in my album collection – “advertising/promotional” (which I’ll post about later), “Beatles tributes recorded in 1964″, “the worst Canadian singles of all time” and so on. Here are some oddities from my collection of 45s:
The Firm: Star Trekkin’ picture disc
The Beatles: Magical Mystery Tour
Two 7″ EPs in a gatefold sleeve with booklet – like a miniature version of the album.
It’s A Small World picture disc
Introduction To Manned Mercury Spaceflight
This opaque yellow plastic record came with Hasbro’s G.I. Joe astronaut and space capsule toy in 1962. The flipside of the record is “actual Mercury spaceflight communications”.
Yma Sumac: Voice of the Xtabay
Four 7″ singles in box.
T. Rex: Jeepster b/w Life’s A Gas picture label
Some record covers I scanned before I packed them off to Goodwill:
I’m fascinated by that portable record player – I’ve never seen one like it. It looks like it has a slot on the side to insert records. Unfortunately, it’s not going to last very long if those girls play their 45s that have been sitting in the sand.
Swank cowboy threads:
The Fernwood Trio were snappy dressers too. And get a load of that babe with the cone on her head.
A positively subdued outfit by Liberace standards.
This album by one of Liberace’s “protégés” didn’t sell at my garage sale and I put it back in the collection. Why on earth would I try to sell it in the first place? I don’t know what I was thinking.
I’ve decided that the best way to store my small collection of 7″ singles is in vintage record totes, like this pretty pink plastic one that I’ve owned for years:
The graphics make it clear that it’s a record tote and not something else like a lunchbox. Up to this point I’ve been using it to hold various rechargers (cameras, phones, batteries), but now I’m returning it to its original purpose.
Once I get my 45s sorted (they’re the last part of the record collection to be culled), I’m going to buy paper sleeves for the ones that don’t have any, then they’re going into handy totes. I figure I’m going to need about a dozen. Yesterday I searched through two large antique malls on Gateway Boulevard but all I found was this:
So check your (parents, grandparents) attics, basements and garage storage spaces to see if you have any you can spare for a poor record collector.
Linda Ronstadt: Lush Life
With luscious die-cut hatbox cover and inner sleeve.