Played 20 times

Dusty Springfield - The Look of Love, 1967

Some easy listening before nodding off.

"Tomorrow Remember Yesterday"

It sucks looking through 20+ year old yearbooks with your teenage kids, realizing how many of the friends you had from that period of life are dead and gone.

Played 32 times

Brother Jack McDuff - Hunk o’ Funk, 1969

Brother Jack closing out an exhaustive funking Friday.

The Valentinos’ original version of the song was played to the Rolling Stones during their first North American tour in June 1964 by New York radio DJ Murray the K. After hearing it on the WINS show, the band recorded their version nine days later at Chess Studios in Chicago. Years later, Bobby Womack said in an interview that he had told his manager he did not want the Rolling Stones to record their version of the song, and that he had told Mick Jagger to ‘get his own song.’ His manager convinced him to let the Rolling Stones record the song. Six months later on receiving the royalty check for the song he told his manager that Mick Jagger could have any song he wanted.

Wikipedia entry on Bobby Womack’s “It’s All Over Now.”

Played 80 times

The Ramsey Lewis Trio - Do What You Wanna, 1969

Ripping through some soulful jazz records…

Played 26 times

Otis Clay - I Can’t Take It, 1977

With the exception of a slight disco influence and out-of-nowhere synthesizer blips on a few tracks, this album could have easily been released five years earlier without a second thought. The title track is pure Mitchell gold, a throwback to the Memphis sound he was renowned for, and the perfect backdrop to Clay’s vocal pleads.

Played 12 times

The Supremes - I Hear a Symphony, 1966

Can’t complain since I picked this up for a quarter, but there’s a LOT of filler on this album, which I’m slowly realizing was the standard for many of Motown’s long players from the 60’s. I’d love to be proven wrong though.

"Yeah, I get it, vinyl is back. For some of us, it never went away, though. For some of us, it doesn’t matter whether Urban Outfitters, Amazon or Home Depot claim to be the world champion top seller of vinyl albums. We will buy it from whoever sells it, but in most cases, it’s going to be from independent record stores where we know the names of the people behind the counter and they know us. But there’s still another level, because yes, vinyl is back and it’s hip, so, hipsters. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Hipsters buy music. Whether they buy it because they really like it or because it’s ‘cool’ or because it’s ‘not cool’ and they’re being ironic or contrarian or whatever, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, the music was bought. money changed hands and the media gets to say ‘Remember vinyl albums?’ And that’s all well and good.

But then there’s the die-hards. The ones who never stopped. We’re in our 40s, at least. We still buy new music and reissued collectible albums, but mostly, we buy second hand records. We’re the ones buying those obscure old bands or replacing records we once had, but wore out or never got back from that ex 20 years ago. Genre means nothing to us. Some of us made a decision at some point to switch to CDs, regretted it in many ways and eventually decided to come back, full force. We’re the real diggers. Sure, we go to the trendy record store that opened up recently, sometimes feeling old, sometimes feeling young again. We also go to the one that’s been there for decades. But also, we go to Goodwill, Salvation Army, flea markets, garage sales or anywhere else we smell wax. We’re the ones who will dive through stacks of mostly disintegrated platters, smelling like the musty dust inside of Emile Berliner’s coffin, hoping to find a cheap gem or  that rare Sinatra, Beatles, Elvis, Misfits, Blondie, or who knows what. We’ll check the surface, not too bad, no major scratches, just dust, cover is still more or less intact, score.

We’ll take it home, clean it up as best we can, and carefully, excitedly, optimistically, drop the needle on it. Cracks, pops, sizzle, but then, there it is. The warm caress we were craving like aural opium. Sure, we could have heard this song anytime we wanted via Spotify or countless other means, and we do that too, but this, this is ‘it.’ This is the stuff. This is what memories are made of right here.”

- Gerry Lopez, “Digging for Vinyl and the Meaning of Life,” fdrmx.com

"Yeah, I get it, vinyl is back. For some of us, it never went away, though. For some of us, it doesn’t matter whether Urban Outfitters, Amazon or Home Depot claim to be the world champion top seller of vinyl albums. We will buy it from whoever sells it, but in most cases, it’s going to be from independent record stores where we know the names of the people behind the counter and they know us. But there’s still another level, because yes, vinyl is back and it’s hip, so, hipsters. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Hipsters buy music. Whether they buy it because they really like it or because it’s ‘cool’ or because it’s ‘not cool’ and they’re being ironic or contrarian or whatever, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, the music was bought. money changed hands and the media gets to say ‘Remember vinyl albums?’ And that’s all well and good.

But then there’s the die-hards. The ones who never stopped. We’re in our 40s, at least. We still buy new music and reissued collectible albums, but mostly, we buy second hand records. We’re the ones buying those obscure old bands or replacing records we once had, but wore out or never got back from that ex 20 years ago. Genre means nothing to us. Some of us made a decision at some point to switch to CDs, regretted it in many ways and eventually decided to come back, full force. We’re the real diggers. Sure, we go to the trendy record store that opened up recently, sometimes feeling old, sometimes feeling young again. We also go to the one that’s been there for decades. But also, we go to Goodwill, Salvation Army, flea markets, garage sales or anywhere else we smell wax. We’re the ones who will dive through stacks of mostly disintegrated platters, smelling like the musty dust inside of Emile Berliner’s coffin, hoping to find a cheap gem or that rare Sinatra, Beatles, Elvis, Misfits, Blondie, or who knows what. We’ll check the surface, not too bad, no major scratches, just dust, cover is still more or less intact, score.

We’ll take it home, clean it up as best we can, and carefully, excitedly, optimistically, drop the needle on it. Cracks, pops, sizzle, but then, there it is. The warm caress we were craving like aural opium. Sure, we could have heard this song anytime we wanted via Spotify or countless other means, and we do that too, but this, this is ‘it.’ This is the stuff. This is what memories are made of right here.”

- Gerry Lopez, “Digging for Vinyl and the Meaning of Life,” fdrmx.com

Played 40 times

Julee Cruise - Mysteries of Love, 1986

Ode to Lynch’s mind-boggling announcement.