Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Put the needle on the record, and the drumbeats go like this

Most people see the teeming, unsorted pile of LPs at the back of every thrift store and garage sale in the world as something to be avoided.

A tiny few see it as a chance to score some classic rock n' roll for pocket change, or as a potential source of that one killer breakbeat sample no other DJ on Earth will know about.

Vinyl Odditites, on the other hand, sees a comedy goldmine.

On Disco Tex and his Sex-O-Lettes' self-titled LP:

AN LP FROM the only time in human history when you could dress like Truman Capote and, with the addition of some gold jewelry, look like a pimp.

On psychiatrist Dr. Murray Banks' comedy album:

HOW WE PINE for the days when neuroses were cute. During the Fifties and Sixties, comedians mined their petty ticks and anxieties for a comedy motherload. Where you a nervous, stammering Jew with a persecution complex and a problem with women? You were Woody Allen! Were you a milquetoast, overly deferential nobody terrified of authority? You were Bob Newhart!

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