O Perfect Saturday, how I adored thee: the weather cooled down, I got a haircut so I finally look presentable when I meet with Goodell to discuss my concerns*, had a milkshake, found out that Muhammad Ali’s grandson plays on that Bishop Gorman team with Cordell Broadus(!), watched USC win, and I got all these pretty pretty records including, yes, fuckin Foghat, deal with it.
I’m pretty Locals Only when it comes to my favorite record shops because I’m a jerk and I only want the good things in life to happen to me and nobody else but me. So even though this looks like a pretty rad haul from Record Jungle, owned by the wonderful Andy who prices everything way lower than he could (because he is wonderful), it’s really not up your alley. I mean, ew, they let fake record nerd girls shop there, so you’re better off just staying away.
* of which I have MANY
All the covers in Fontana’s “Popular Jazz” series feature an excited young woman and a shouty title in huge typeface – Erroll Garner’s is Move!; Clifford Brown’s is Warm! You got Oh Brother! for Les McCann, Cattin’! for Coleman Hawkins, and Gerry Mulligan’s is SAXY!, of course.
Hip! is the Roland Kirk one – a comp from the Mercury/Limelight years – so named because HOLY FUCK IT’S ROLAND KIRK! was not appropriate for midcentury music label marketing.
Just another REGA-lur day in my apartment thinkin bout how James Yancey and I have the same taste in records.
(Promotional consideration provided by SoundStage Direct, who sent me a Rega for winning their Instacontest – an event I survived despite a wave of bitterness engulfing their comments section regarding my anatomy and my obvious lack of music knowledge. Shout to bitter vinyl bros for making me determined to win the contest even though I’m Technics til they bury me in the ground and I don’t cyberdig.)