Well, here I am back again with another true story from the world of dust. I used to hear stories that thrift stores used to be consistent amazing fountains of records. This was the thought going through my head last Friday. I walked out of a certain chain thrift store in Rhode Island empty handed. Detritus as far as the eye can see. Sure, I could learn more about The Atkins Diet or get my Windows 2000 Server MSCE certs. I could fill my life with Harry Connick Jr.’s complete discography on compact disc and cassette. I could buy every religious and/or exercise record there is. I could be the king of Reader’s Digest, even.
Nay, I am king of Reader’s Digest, lord of the big bands, heir to the mighty and noble throne of Conniff upon Alpert. I started out contributing everything I could get my hands on. This started at the thrifts and yard sales where risk is low. I moved on to used jukebox supplier bulk. This allowed me to meet enough dealers to move onto working with store and dealer stock. Now, I’m back at thrift stores and yard sales, empty handed and broken hearted. Boo hoo.
Of course, everything is dependent upon when you get there. A spot can be in a permanent state of waste. All it takes is one person who happens to work at dry cleaners next-door, like the spot by my parents house. Knowledge of who else visits the watering hole can be helpful. It could give you a good idea of what you might be building up over time. They could even be cool people who have nothing in common with what you collect. These are good friends to have. They are usually happy to trade mountains of amazing vinyl records for your detritus.
Not to say all things are bad these days. Leaving empty handed is still quite rare for me. I have had to expand my horizons to still find enjoyment though. You can’t only be into The Beatles or Pink Floyd and expect to get any joy out of digging. Especially after a few outings, these days. Last time I went out, I did okay. I bought a lot of organ music, new age / ambient CDs, and a Hungarian Children’s record with a Disco-ish track. It might prove to be interesting with some creative re-editing. There is still some gold out there. Or silver. Or, well, scrap iron.
What does a good day of digging look like for you these days? Share your experiences down below!