I like my music old and crusty. Layers of dirt over scratched black vinyl only makes me want to play it more. Small obscure labels with unknown bands etched into that vinyl makes me excited. What does it sound like, how was it recorded. Sometimes the sounds coming off the vinyl makes me cringe but sometimes this atheist finds heaven.
Regular listeners to my show (Tuesday 09:00 - 12:00 am) will know the section I play thrift store finds. The sound quality may not be crisp and clean but the emotion expressed is the thing for me. The sound of some spotty youth crying their heart out whether in anger or love, I don't care. Raw, nasty and ugly is beauty to me.
So the day I found the huge boxes of 60's soul 45's was a good day for me. Hidden amongst the Motown and Stax I picked up all the small independent labels releases.
- The Falcons (with The Ohio Untouchables) made me cry... seriously, tears fell. Little did I know the voice was a very young Wilson Pickett doing one of the earliest soul releases in a gospel style. "I Found Out" & "Swim" on Lu Pine records out of Detroit was a ground breaker.
And yikes the rest of the pile was great too..... listen for more.