Thank you, Mark. Has the 45 found a permanent home in the Bunker?
Yeah!
It was amazing. The seller sent me a list of about 200 mediocre garage 45s priced from $10 to $100. I picked out about a dozen, and asked him to send them. He didn't want to put them in the mail, and asked if I could come around and pick them up. It took me about 2 weeks to get around to it, as I don't like driving in unfamiliar suburbs, and frankly, I couldn't be bothered. But I knew he had some more stuff, which I assumed would be the same quality as the dreggs on his list.
When I got there, I was about half an hour early. I sat on a park bench waiting for 4:30. I was thinking, what if he's got something amazing by some chance? Nah! That never happens. I went in and he had the records in a box on a desk. Under the desk was 4 more boxes which he said he had not sorted and priced yet. Also there was a small pile which he had pulled out of the first box because he had seen they were more expensive via the internet (I assume popsike etc.). He had not offered those to me on the list. I said "Can I have a look at those?" He said "Sure".
When I started looking at the first of the 4 boxes unde the desk, my brain began to disintegrate. I was flipping past mint copies of 45s that had taken me years to find, and sometimes thousands of dollars to buy. As well as the more usual $200-$300 dollar stuff, but mainly in mint condition. Not everything obviously, but a large part of it seems to be vg+ to mint.
In the second box, it was just more of the same. The most ridiculous unknowns and obscurities mixed with the most sought after killers. I just had the feeling that anything could be next. But I really did not expect it when that yellow "M-G" label popped up. There was a moment of about ONE SECOND, when I thought "this could be The Heros, or it could be Just Too Much". In that one second where time slowed down and it seemed like about a minute, I must have become incredibly tense. Because when I saw "Just Too Much" on the label, there was just a feeling of relief and euphoria. I plucked it out of the box with both hands and with a look of feverish desperation, I said "You have GOT to sell me this!". When he laughed, I knew everything was ok.
