Every kid makes a wish list for Christmas, or for a birthday. Is that something you grow out of?
Our friends over at Analog Apartment ran a little contest earlier this month. Put at least five records in the wish list feature at My Analog Apartment, their sweet new app for record collectors, and they’d pick three users and give each of them one record from their list.
I’m always digging for records, hoping to find something interesting. I was out in the tents in my friend Jim’s back yard last Saturday morning, my fingers numb in the 40-degree cold. October in Wisconsin has been nasty. I brought home 13 LPs for $13, but nothing that blew me away. Some days, you just gotta support your local record dealer.
So why, then, was it so hard to come up with a wish list?
Maybe it’s this mantra, seen on a church message board some 20 years ago: “Strive to need less rather than want more.”
I saw it while running — not far from a record store, actually — and it has stuck with me all these years.
The Green Bay record show is tomorrow, and as usual, I’ll go without a wish list. What’s there is for me to dig through. What’s not there is to be sought another day, an adventure to be continued.
Most of the records on that contest wish list are old soul or R&B records that probably were hard to find in our corner of Wisconsin when they came out, if they came out here at all.
“Tomorrow Never Comes,” Sleepy LaBeef, from “Tomorrow Never Comes,” 2000.
I never find any records by this American treasure, either.