William Benton will be spinning vinyl tonight at Daddy’s Brooklyn.
Come by for beer, tofu dogs, and extended conversations about human consciousness theories that pertain to agencies outside of the supernatural realm. #secularparty #skepticsinthehouse
Any and all info greatly appreciated.
I was in the showroom at Union Pool last night visiting with friends when I placed a blue tote bag of about 8 or so used record on the little beer shelf/bar that lines the wall. It was literally within my reach the entire time but somebody discreetly grabbed it.
It contained records by the Kinks, Donovan, Coasters, Mink Deville, Pete Drake, Todd Rundgren, a live comp with the Flamingos, Gene Vincent and other doo wop/oldie rockers, and others.
Nothing terribly valuable but- this is New York. Every dollar spent is a bit of agony. Then you have to try and make thy dollar back doing something awful and degrading…
Please pass along if ya can. Thank you.
Help, if you can……..
Longshot but: somebody took a blue tote bag full of vinyl records I had with me. I was talking to a friend/performer at the benefit tonight, turned my head for no more than a minute, and then it was gone.
If you have any info please let me know. Nothing incredibly valuable but I’m poor so every penny counts: Kinks, Coasters, Pete Drake, Mink Deville, Todd Rundgren, a live record featuring Flamingos, others oldie/doo wop acts, and Donovan. Thanks.
Any and all info is greatly appreciated.
My room is small.
I think there is a bit of a conditioned prejudice against confined, economic living such as this with most anybody who is my age; or maybe it’s just an American thing?
I have enjoyed the comforts of living in places that had more space than I needed or could ever use. Oppositely, I grew up sharing a room with my brother in the squalor of Oklahoma trailer parks for most of those first 18 or 19 years. So I have occupied both ends of the spectrum.
Despite the difficulties, there are days like today: nothing seems more gratifying than this mattress on the floor, this tiny Crosley portable turntable, this guitar, this glass of wine, and some time to myself. It’s the closest place I can get to as far as spirituality goes…
By the way, that’s Karen Dalton on the turntable…which don’t hurt none…
Spinnin’ them vinyl records:
Tomorrow, 6/27 at Abilene
Thursday, 7/12 at Knitting Factory Bar
Friday, 7/13 at Grand Victory
And more. Come see/dance to weirdness. ♥