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Crate Diving in Modern America
And for Father’s Day…
I got these LPs
If you ever happen to travel to Greer, SC, be sure to plunge on in to “Plunder” an antique store that has cool furniture, some pretty sweet vintage stuffed animals, and…
A VINYL RECORD BOOTH.
My two daughters long ago gave up choosing presents for me and now simply let me crate dive for my own presents. I try to be judicious about my choices and not overwhelm their sensibilities or bank accounts. I think it’s so sweet — and almost worth crying over — watching them choose which LPs they will individually purchase for me. The younger hands a Joan Jett record to the older, because the older’s baby daughter likes to rock out to “Bad Reputation” and “Do You Wanna Touch Me?” The older hands that Merle record I chose to the younger because nothing says Father’s Day like your own baby daughter buying you Merle Haggard!
But for this Father’s Day edition of Crate Diving in Modern America, I want to feature two Plunder albums my kids bought me and then move on over to three other finds that, uh, I bought for myself to honor myself and all the fathers who made me whatever I am today.
My own Dad wouldn’t have understood my purchases so much, though he was the one who first told me about a steel guitar!