I went to a record convention today, and man oh man do you sometimes forget what dregs record collectors can be.
So true! I think I'm the only one actually looking for music to listen to at the one I go to instead of trying to find "a real gem". I had one guy talk my ear off about this rare Groundhogs album he had when all I wanted to do was give him 10 bucks for Thank Christ For the Bomb. If he wanted to talk about the band that would be one thing, but I couldn't give a crap about a record.
I think that first pressings, mint sleeves and that sort of thing are kind of cool, I guess. I just don't want to pay for it. There's nothing better than a really good album in a dollar bin because someone's crayoned on the cover or something, when the record itself is in perfect condition.
In fact, I like it when there's writing on old albums, or dedications or little bookmarks in old books. I found an old to-do list inside a book from the 19-teens recently.
