Dammit. I know my copy of the Broadway Calls / Teenage Bottlerocket split is on its way. The waiting is fucking killing me, tho'. I also don't want it to get stuck in the mailbox for five hours and turn into warped, unplayable (but pretty) crap.
On the positive side, the records I found today were pretty cheap, and all were playable. The Commodores, Tubes, Smoking Popes, Alice Cooper, and Los Lobos were my LPs from Kiefs, and some stunning finds in the 45 realm for 50 cents or less at Half Price Books - John Spencer Blues Explosion, Teenage Frames, Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood, and Marty Robbins.
The quality of the 45s at Half Price Books was scary. The sleeves are beat to shit, but what matters on these 45s is that the records themselves are pristine. Were it not for the fact that I was getting a little woozy from too much coffee, too much heat, and not enough food or water, I probably could've turned up another four or five good ones while I was there. As it was, I grabbed what looked good, hit the grocery store, and headed home.
And Sunflower had bike lights for ten bucks, so once I get a new helmet (dammit, should've grabbed one today) that fits, I'm legal. Well, with the light, I'm legal. The helmet would just make it a tad safer biking down the hill from KJHK after my show. For whatever reason,
the_lucky_nun worries about my head exploding.