The Culling: 45 RPM

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

The Culling TNG, part 2

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.

Vespa covers:




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.

Thrift Item of the Moment: 45 rpm Record Totes

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.

The Culling: The Next Generation

You may recall that several years ago I listened to all 4000+ LPs in my record collection and culled about 700 of them (you can read about it on my old blog). This year, before moving to my swank executive condo, I had another culling. There was no time to listen to everything – at best I could sample a few records that I was on the fence about. I was swift and ruthless – in three weeks I accomplished what took three years the first time. In the end I culled about 1100 LPs – some of them I sold in my garage sale but most of them went to Goodwill (check them out at the Goodbooks store  in Old Strathcona).

Some records had one or two amusing tracks on them but didn’t merit keeping. I recorded a few of these cuts to share with you here:


Alfred Hause: Popcorn

Gershon Kingsley’s early Moog synthesizer hit (made famous by Hot Butter) is given a tango makeover. The LP also has a tango version of Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind”.

Donn Reynolds: Indian Love Call

“King of the Yodellers.” On Arc records (Oops, I neglected to scan the cover).


Red McCoy: Rock and Roll Atom

A rockabilly science lesson. Read about Red McCoy here.

The Versatiles: I’m Coming Home

An original murder song by a trio of blind musicians from Edmonton, Canada. Another record cover I neglected to scan – I think it had a stock shot of mountains.


Nino Baron: Canada

Canada’s centennial year theme song, written by Bobby (“The Pied Piper”) Gimby. Nino loses the plot at around 26 seconds but recovers. From the French liner notes I glean that Nino was from Yugoslavia and his Gulbransen organ was worth $15,000.


Otto Blihovde: Lutefisk

Norwegian-born Wisconsin singer/button accordion player Otto Blihovde was 75 when he made this record. It’s on the Polka City label.

“Best Garage Sale Ever!”

Not my words – this is what I was told several times this weekend during my big pre-move garage sale.



Thanks for all your help, Marlena. I don’t know what I would have done without you.



This oak desk didn’t sell. Still up for grabs @ $125 o.b.o.


None of this stuff sold either. I’ve asked Marlena to turn the bureau into “art”.


The Tiki mugs and barware flew off the shelves Friday night. Here’s what was left on Saturday morning.


Records also sold very well at a buck a pop.


The jacket generated a lot of conversation but not a sale.


Portrait of Liz. She sold, as did the world’s worst Elvis painting.


Happy Apples sold by the bushelfull.



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Judie puts her lips together and blows.

A Sneak Peek

I know you’re all curious about my new condo. Here’s a few pictures I took during a showing. Keep in mind that I haven’t moved in yet – the furniture is the seller’s and (sadly) won’t be staying.

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The striking entry features plank flooring, a staircase topped by taupe-toned carpeting, and a vibrant wallpaper that leads the eye up.


Living room. Note the zebra chair. You could play giant chess on that coffee table. With candlesticks as chess pieces.


Den. Perhaps the owner can be persuaded to leave that leopard sofa behind.


The “conversation pit” has carpeted steps and a window seat. Patterned shades are an intriguing accent.


I guess Thanksgiving dinner is at my place this year, what with my gas range with double ovens.


Architectural oddities are delightful when treated with verve. This niche is both intimate and sopohisticated, with foil paper on angled walls.


Living room. A lively pattern on the floor, such as this medium-scaled geometric design, enlarges and unifies space.


Ktichen. My goodness, someone sure is fond of zebra.


Supergraphics and scary clowns – two of my favourite decorative elements.


Dining room. Did you notice the zebra? Waldo’s in there too somewhere.


Guest room/study. I can tell that my new favourite game is going to be “find the door”. Or perhaps “find the window”. Or “find the lamp”.


It took me 45 minutes to find my way out of this dining room. Good thing I have others.


This feminine bedroom has all the charm of a sentimental valentine.


A bit of whimsy in the kitchen.


There just aren’t words to express my feelings for all the shiny silver wallpaper in this house. Note the armadillo. Where do these people shop?


An old mail-sorting cabinet resplendent with many cubbyholes is perfect for creating unity with many colourful, small-scaled delights.


Family “fun” room. No one will ask “Where’s the phone?”


Yes, this is the 4th kitchen. So what? Liberace had seven.


An old bathtub gains renewed respect with a new paint job and a red and yellow supergraphic background.


Because secret passages aren’t just for castles.


Fabric-covered walls isolate sounds in this working office, where concentration is necessary. Good lighting and plenty of space are important for both art work and office work.

It’s rare to find such a perfectly preserved time-capsule home. It’s something you’d expect to see in a Better Homes and Gardens decorating book from the 1970s more than an actual Edmonton apartment.

So, what do you think of my modest bachelor pad?