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The First Annual Collect-i-Bowl Record Show

At this moment in time, there’s honestly no way I can justify spending more money on sweet, wonderful, soul-stirring vinyl records. I just can’t do it. I have bills to pay. I have records at home that I haven’t listened to yet. I have laundry to do and groceries to buy. But, damn, am I tempted to go to the First Annual Collect-i-Bowl Record Show at Brooklyn">http://www.brooklynbowl.com/">Brooklyn Bowl this Sunday.


A Scotch Summer Mixtape

I’ve told you a bit about my favorite cassette label, Al Bjornaa’s Scotch">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/why_cassettes/">Scotch Tapes, out of Batchawana Bay, Ontario, Canada. In this">http://www.imposemagazine.com/features/scotch-tapes-label-sampler">this Impose article, Al goes into more detail, explaining how he built the label, and revealing some of his big plans for the remainder of the year, which include 60-70 new tapes, 4-5 vinyl releases, approximately 20 lathe cuts, a dozen zines, a couple of 8-tracks, and a monster summer compilation. (You can also download a Scotch sampler.)


My One and Only Prayer

I did not find what I was looking for at the">http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/jersey_city_record_riot/">the Jersey City Record Riot, but I did find two reasonably priced Tom Waits albums (Blue Valentine and Rain Dogs) and Peter Lang’s debut, The Thing at the Nursery Room Window, on John Fahey’s Takoma label. I had forced myself to be extremely selective, and, though the many kind and interesting vendors were making it difficult for me to hold back from buying more, I did in fact hold back.


Shipping August

We’ve been shipping the August issue to pre-press. There, you can see it on my desk. It involves a lot of paper, coffee, oatmeal, procrastination, juggling, John Prine, Pontiak, Bushman’s Revenge, and ass-kicking. A whole lot of ass-kicking.


Strange Thing

Strange thing about cassettes and vinyl records: Every now and then, while listening to them, I find myself wondering what’ll happen to them when I’m dead and gone. These beautiful things will outlive me and someday someone else will “own” them. What will that person think of me? Will that person think of me? What do my records say about me?


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