I realized two things listening to this record. Number one: there are two tiers to my record collection. There are the records I pay more than four dollars for because I want to listen to them, and the records I get on the cheap and keep because they aren’t terrible. And number two: I’ve never heard anything Bing has sung besides Christmas songs.

With good reason: his version of “White Christmas” is undeniably the best, and gets revisited several times every year. But there’s not really any other holiday where we set aside our usual playlists to remember Bing Crosby and his surprising preference for “ethnic” folk tunes (in quotes because they’re still played like American traditional pop), like the Hawaiian “Sweet Leilani,” the Irish “Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral,” “Mac Namara’s Band,” and “Galway Bay,” which seem all too campy in the face of his contemporaries (read: Sinatra). But Crosby is at his best when he is evoking the same hushed, bright eyed magic as his Christmas tunes, like the oddly named Whiffenpoof Song and the dreamlike Now is the Hour, both wherein he lags his rhythms through syrup while accompanied by a cooing choir. Sadly, those tunes are largely outnumbered by Crosby’s more rambunctious and less sincere tunes. So while I may be keeping this from the huge collection I found on Craigslist for twenty bucks, it will probably spend most of its time on the shelf rather than the turntable.