Most people who know me are familiar with my standing as a record nerd.
I began collecting records in November of 2005.
They were having a rummage sale at Debartolo on campus and a professor was selling some of his records from when he was writing a thesis on new wave British music.
I can remember exactly what I bought:
Echo and the Bunnymen-Ocean Rain
The Style Council-My Ever Changing Mood
Haircut 100-Pelican West
Modern English-After the Snow
Over time, I discovered this guy at Four Seasons Flea Market on the East Side named David Kleem.
To say Kleem has a Harvey Pekar sized record collection would be an understatement.
For the past two years, Kleem's record stand has become my Sunday escape.
Like some sort of junkie, I rifle through old, dirty boxes of obsolete technology but for me, it's heaven. It's pacifying.
Before Kleem set up shop at Four Seasons, my collection was quite small and unimpressive.
Now, it's large, slightly more impressive and to a degree, more ridiculous.
-Answer to "Why?"-
Some people collect records for the hell of it, to try to fit in to some sort of delusional, hipster scene.
I collect records because I am a fan of music. Music on vinyl is pure and sweet and magical.
Just as sorting through records is a favorite pastime, so is listening to them.
Everyday, I try and fit in time to listen to my records, especially when the house is empty.
It's become a means of unwinding and changing up the daily monotony of my life.
-Buying phases-
I'll go through hunting spurts where I'll be looking for stand-up albums, soundtracks, imports, Prince (huge fan) or Factory Records albums.
I also buy duplicates of records I already own, especially if they're in better condition than the other copy.
I began collecting records in November of 2005.
They were having a rummage sale at Debartolo on campus and a professor was selling some of his records from when he was writing a thesis on new wave British music.
I can remember exactly what I bought:
Echo and the Bunnymen-Ocean Rain
The Style Council-My Ever Changing Mood
Haircut 100-Pelican West
Modern English-After the Snow
Over time, I discovered this guy at Four Seasons Flea Market on the East Side named David Kleem.
To say Kleem has a Harvey Pekar sized record collection would be an understatement.
For the past two years, Kleem's record stand has become my Sunday escape.
Like some sort of junkie, I rifle through old, dirty boxes of obsolete technology but for me, it's heaven. It's pacifying.
Before Kleem set up shop at Four Seasons, my collection was quite small and unimpressive.
Now, it's large, slightly more impressive and to a degree, more ridiculous.
-Answer to "Why?"-
Some people collect records for the hell of it, to try to fit in to some sort of delusional, hipster scene.
I collect records because I am a fan of music. Music on vinyl is pure and sweet and magical.
Just as sorting through records is a favorite pastime, so is listening to them.
Everyday, I try and fit in time to listen to my records, especially when the house is empty.
It's become a means of unwinding and changing up the daily monotony of my life.
-Buying phases-
I'll go through hunting spurts where I'll be looking for stand-up albums, soundtracks, imports, Prince (huge fan) or Factory Records albums.
I also buy duplicates of records I already own, especially if they're in better condition than the other copy.
My inclination to share stuff with people can be seen when I lend out and give my records to people whom are attempting to start a collection of their own.
-Pipe Dream-
Records stores like those in the movies High Fidelity and Pretty in Pink have made me salivate over the idea of starting up my own shop, but I think the music community has to get over seeing vinyl as archaic and instead, timeless.
Youngstown Skate might have DJ positions opening up in the Fall and they have a turntable that I could use.
Spinning might be a better direction to go, but I'm not sure. In a couple of years, I'll know.
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