Why I Collect Records
I guess I'm pretty boring. There seem to be only two subjects that I can talk about these days, the exercise program I have been following for the last almost 90 days (P90X) and vinyl records. My wife and I were talking today about something completely different and it made me think of Eddy Arnold's classic 1955 cowboy country guitar record, Anytime, that I recently came across in a local record shop. Don't ask me why, I can't remember. But, there we were, talking, and I blurt out something about this record. 'That's all you can think of,' she said with a smile, and gave me a kiss. I guess its not the worst thing to think about!
Earlier in the day, we were talking with friends and the subject of what will become of my records when I die came up. Don't ask me why, I don't remember. Truly, I must be incredibly boring. How did this subject come up in conversation with nice normal non-record collecting people?
Well, anyway, I said that I didn't really know what would happen to my records. Maybe my kids will keep them, maybe they'll sell them or give them away. The collection isn't really that big and not really valuable at all. The obscure records I own are not really worth anything and I don't collect mint albums or rarities for their own sake. I have my share of odd ball semi-popular pop records, but I also have plenty of good and great mainstream rock records from the 1970s that I just like to listen to.
Records that record stores discard because the sleeves are a little damaged or the records are little rough. Records that are guilty pleasures. Like the copies of Bob Seger's Night Moves, or J. Geils' Sanctuary, or the Hollies album with 'The Air That I Breathe' that I recently rescued from destruction in a bin outside a nearby record store. Not cool or rare or pretty, but very playable and enjoyable nevertheless.
I know folks who have thousands and thousands of records. Those are hoarders or collectors.
I'm a listener.