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Crate Diving in Modern America
Who’ll Stop the Crate-Diving?
Ray Charles? CCR? Or George and Tammy?
Sometimes when I hit my local record store here in Greenville, I know what I want and don’t plan on getting anything other than that one album. I also believe I won’t order the tater tots each time I get a patty melt at U-Joint, just down the street from that record store.
But mind games are amore appropriate for Beatle-gazers, and while I do really like that latest Beatles’ song, “Now and Then,” we’re privileged to have, I did not go seeking vintage copies of Beatles records last week. There were plenty there, like the American release, The Early Beatles. Ugh, now I have regrets.
What I intended to buy, and did buy, was Wilco’s Cruel Country, an album I already am obsessed with. I have no idea why I didn’t buy it last year when it was released. Please forgive me, Jeff. I meant well, I think.
I’ll put it on the turntable again in a bit, but before I do, I want to write here about the vinyl I did not even know I was looking for, which, of course, is when I manage to find the best things. Sometimes, I let just my imagination and instinct run away with me (“each day through my window…”). So here goes and if you feel envious of, ashamed for, or thrilled by what I found, please go…