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Anyhow, she’s partial to country-and-western,” he said, pulling a face. “We’re moving to a condo and she says they’ll junk up the place. Which made me wonder what kind of a shrew he’d married. The albums were well cared for and he was obviously attached to them, but his wife was making him get rid of them, he told me with a grimace. This guy had been talking bands and rock trivia as I flipped through his record collection. I’d trust any one of them with my very life. I grew up with Daddy’s bandmates always around and they all doted on me. I liked him, but then I’m predisposed to liking older men.
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He was about Daddy’s age, with a slight paunch, a hairline in full retreat, and a smile that made his eyes crinkle. So why did I?īecause I hate taking advantage of someone’s ignorance, especially a nice guy like him. I wouldn’t know what I really had until I could listen to it and authenticate it.īut all was fair in love, war, and garage sales, right? He was selling I was buying. And I was about to plunk down a few crumpled dollar bills and walk out of here with a record I could get a thousand dollars for in a heartbeat-maybe more, maybe lots more. I nodded and stretched the smile wider, feeling a snake of guilt slithering up my spine. You know, like Dylan said, ‘in the jingle-jangle morning.’” He sang the words. Like to listen to it first thing in the day. “Yeah,” I said, trying out the smile again. I could probably get four or five bucks for it-a good return on my dollar investment but chump change compared to what I had sandwiched in the stack. It was the 1971 pressing with the orange label. That guitar sound,” the man said, tapping the copy of The Byrds’ Mr. “What?” I asked, the word coming out an octave higher than I’d intended. “Got you some good jangle, huh?” he said, pointing to the records. He’d been chatting with me and I gave him a smile, trying not to look so dazed he’d take me for a pothead, which he might well have, considering the raft of ‘sixties psychedelic record jackets I was clutching. The homeowner was a nice middle-aged guy. My hands shook as I tucked the album into the middle of the stack I had set aside and hugged them to my chest, hoping nobody had noticed my reaction. It’s a sickness, really, this collecting thing.
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Therefore I could legitimately claim it’s just business for me to be out on weekends pawing through people’s discards. I used to be a respectable CPA, but I’ve recently come to own a vintage vinyl shop. In fact it’s pretty young to be on a second career. It makes me feel old to realize I’m in the cusp generation where CDs came along and took the humanity out of the experience, reducing those fragile, tactile grooves to a sterile string of ones and zeros.īut twenty-nine isn’t old. They were the natural way to listen to music: as God intended-hisses, pops, and all. ‘Course, back then they weren’t collectibles. I’ve been obsessed with re-cords since I was a kid. I’ve made some decent finds in my time, but I count the day a wild success if I snag a couple of LPs in a dollar bin that I can turn over for twenty bucks apiece. It’s getting harder now that people have tipped to their value, but that just adds to the challenge. I’ve been scouring garage sales and flea markets for years ferreting out good vinyl records. The noxious smells of used motor oil, insecticides, and mildew flooded my nostrils and I willed myself not to hyperventilate. It looked so sad I’d almost skipped it altogether.īut now in the gray light inside the garage I stood frozen-awestruck by what I was holding in my hand. The garage was brimming with all manner of worn-out flotsam and jetsam, some of which had been regurgitated onto rickety sawhorse tables in the driveway.
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The house was a ‘fifties-era ranch sitting on a flat lot, a For Sale sign planted whomper-jawed in a patch of mangy grass out front. This was the most raggedy-assed garage sale I’d been to this month. Things like this do not happen in real life.
Cast of mind your language movie#
If this scene were unfolding in a movie I’d be the cynical chick in the third row muttering, “Oh, pul-leeze, give me a break” right about now. She’s had several previous stories in EQMM. The pseudonymous author lives in North Carolina and is currently at work on a mainstream literary novel. “I think the record collecting/rock music backdrop will resonate with lots of us old hippies,” she says.
Cast of mind your language series#
Fish Award winner Brynn Bonner launches a new series this issue featuring amateur sleuth Session Seabolt, the owner of a vintage vinyl record store. Story from Magazine - Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine - 2007-05 - May (v1.0).txtīonner, Brynn - Jangle.