There’s nothing like digging through a crate of discarded records and finding an absolute classic—just this weekend, I found a copy of Easter by the Patty Smith Group in a stack of records meant to be used for decorations at a wedding.
But there’s no telling how well those records were taken care of. That same copy of Easter had scratches all over the title track, causing maybe a dozen skips.
There’s nothing I can do but toss it back in the garbage, right?
Wrong.
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But there’s no telling how well those records were taken care of. That same copy of Easter had scratches all over the title track, causing maybe a dozen skips.
There’s nothing I can do but toss it back in the garbage, right?
Wrong.
Continue reading