What's been your biggest record haul (s)?
Three stand out in my mind.
1. Many years ago, I was walking down the street near my alma mater at 116th and Broadway and encountered a fellow selling records on the sidewalk. Turned out there were so Mercurys, RCA and other labels that I had to ask if they had relatives. He answered yes and after three weeks of negotiating, I managed to get over to his apartment to see what other goodies he might had in store. Well I arrive at his 106th St. and low and behold his ENTIRE 2 bedroom apt. is full of boxes of LPs. Turned out he was an out-of-work, Manhattan School of Music, singer who was making ends meet working at a library in Harlem. The library was being renovated and this huge record collection that had been donated to the system many years ago when a radio station changed formats, was headed for the dumpster. So of course, he did what any red blooded music lover would do. He adopted all the records and brought them to his apt. So I spent a couple of hours sifting through all the boxes filled to the brim with albums and ended up picking out about 400 that I paid $3 apiece. When I get home -- and I'm sure every collector has had this experience-- I wondered about the records I had left and were there more should have brought home. So I call him back and now he tells me someone told me these records are valuable and he should charge more. So quickly I reminded him, sure you could charge more but then you would have to deal with returns if the albums had problems. So long story short, I managed a second visit and paid $5 an album. So in total, I bought about 700 albums from him, with 95% of them being in near mint or mint shape. Mercury, London, Argo, RCA, L'Oiseau Lyre, Vanguard, you name it.
2. Now this shows my age. Every Saturday, my record collecting buddies and I would rush to the newsstand at 8 PM on Saturday to pick up the early edition of the Sunday NY Times and scour the For Sale section for records sales. One Saturday night, find a record sale ad, get in contact with the person on Sunday and head up to his house in Westchester later that PM. Turned out he was a Priest with a large record collection who was moving to Asia and needed to sell his albums. Ended up with about 100 albums.
3. Whenever I travel (traveled) to a city on business, used to go through the Yellow pages for the record store listings. (ever wonder why those pages in the phone book were missing from your hotel room?
)Of course now, there's The Vinyl District app that saves me the trouble!) So I was in Edinburgh, Scotland on vacation and as typical, was scouring the phone book for record stores. Turns out there were several stores and turned out one of them was run by an American ex-pat from Colorado whose store was chock full of EMIs, Deccas, etc., all priced at 3 pounds or so. Bought about 100 albums or so, packed them in my handy dandy canvas LL Bean bags (they really are great for hauling records) and headed back to the B&B for the rest of the stay. Eventually my ex's and my vacation was over and we headed back to the airport to catch the shuttle back to London. As we were going through security (in the days when it was actually pleasurable to travel!) hauling my two LL Beans filled with records, the agent said to my ex-wife, "is that your husband's record collection?" To which she replied, "I wish that was his record collection!" Bada boom...
There was of course finding that mint copy of Flamenco Fever on M&K Records two years ago at Axpona for $10.
Three stand out in my mind.
1. Many years ago, I was walking down the street near my alma mater at 116th and Broadway and encountered a fellow selling records on the sidewalk. Turned out there were so Mercurys, RCA and other labels that I had to ask if they had relatives. He answered yes and after three weeks of negotiating, I managed to get over to his apartment to see what other goodies he might had in store. Well I arrive at his 106th St. and low and behold his ENTIRE 2 bedroom apt. is full of boxes of LPs. Turned out he was an out-of-work, Manhattan School of Music, singer who was making ends meet working at a library in Harlem. The library was being renovated and this huge record collection that had been donated to the system many years ago when a radio station changed formats, was headed for the dumpster. So of course, he did what any red blooded music lover would do. He adopted all the records and brought them to his apt. So I spent a couple of hours sifting through all the boxes filled to the brim with albums and ended up picking out about 400 that I paid $3 apiece. When I get home -- and I'm sure every collector has had this experience-- I wondered about the records I had left and were there more should have brought home. So I call him back and now he tells me someone told me these records are valuable and he should charge more. So quickly I reminded him, sure you could charge more but then you would have to deal with returns if the albums had problems. So long story short, I managed a second visit and paid $5 an album. So in total, I bought about 700 albums from him, with 95% of them being in near mint or mint shape. Mercury, London, Argo, RCA, L'Oiseau Lyre, Vanguard, you name it.
2. Now this shows my age. Every Saturday, my record collecting buddies and I would rush to the newsstand at 8 PM on Saturday to pick up the early edition of the Sunday NY Times and scour the For Sale section for records sales. One Saturday night, find a record sale ad, get in contact with the person on Sunday and head up to his house in Westchester later that PM. Turned out he was a Priest with a large record collection who was moving to Asia and needed to sell his albums. Ended up with about 100 albums.
3. Whenever I travel (traveled) to a city on business, used to go through the Yellow pages for the record store listings. (ever wonder why those pages in the phone book were missing from your hotel room?

There was of course finding that mint copy of Flamenco Fever on M&K Records two years ago at Axpona for $10.

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