Just about everything was buried treasure back in the day of poking through boxes of junk store vinyl from here to Timbuktu. I've always found a sort of genie in the bottle magic in the act of cleaning an old LP and dropping the stylus down on the grooves in order to find out what it's all about. Unearthed a treasure trove of scarce soundtrack recordings in the basement of an ex-theatre projectionist with a brain the size of a pea. He was a strange goose who horded anything media in his basement. This guy had thousands of LPs, miles of 16mm film, piles of old magazines and was missing a third of an index finger. He lost it on a fast rewinding 35mm spoll while projecting the old Audie Murphy flick "To Hell And Back", at some drive-in back in the 50's. He had 19 cats and called them his babies. "Anybody fuck with my babies and I'll kill the motherfuckers", he'd say. Occasionally he'd ask me if I'd kill someone if they fucked with my baby, a 10 pound little rascal mongrel I called Puppo, (may she rest in peace). "I probably would kill them...", I'd say "or at least break their fucking legs", and he'd say, "Damn right!"
Of the tons of wonderful and crazy stuff I bought from that guy over the course of a couple of years, I'd call a mint 16mm print of the 1972 film "Steelyard Blues" starring Peter Boyle and Donald Sutherland a highpoint as well as a box full of obscure soundtrack recordings, "Roots Of Heaven" (Malcolm Arnold), "7th Voyage Of Sinbad"(Bernard Herrmann), "A Time To Love And A Time To Die" (Miklos Rozsa) and so many others.
_________________ "I used to worry about losing my mind. Now that I've lost it I don't worry about it anymore." -Wavy Gravy
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