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Charity Shops & Over-Priced Records – A Message to you Doreen!


Little old Lady Who?

In recent years every little old lady has come to think that she’s a record dealer; at least that is how it appears when you’re trying to buy something halfway interesting in what the Americans call a ‘thrift store’ and the Brits call a ‘Charity Shop’.

Check your grades Granny!

Some idiot at head office gave them a copy of the Rare Record Collector but forgot to tell them about the grading system with a sliding scale of value against condition to be seen at the rear of the guide.

Why do they think that every record is in perfect condition? I know that sight fails in older age, but scratched to hell and ripped to shit are two grades even Helen Keller could have understood surely! I know I’m not being very generous of spirit, but guess what, it annoys the hell out of me. Once I was able to use this source to fund my own collecting, but no longer.

In the past

Once upon a time you could toddle off to your local town and trawl through countless Jim Reeves, Slim Whitman, My Fair Lady, Demis Roussos, Leo Sayer, Clayderman, and other musical dung heap inhabitants’ Lps to hopefully find something interesting or perhaps something you knew others wanted and you could turn a small collection enhancing profit on. However, that’s all changed.

The worst of it is, they haven’t a clue that:~

1. That Lp hasn’t sold for that sort of price since 1991

2. The Vinyl or the cover or both are not in Mint condition so it won’t ever sell for your asking price of £40; a member of the public will just laugh at the price and someone who wants it and knows it might be worth the asking price but only rarely and only in perfect condition won’t buy it… and the worst of it is the shop will probably send it to landfill when it doesn’t sell.

A Message to you Doreen (and Edith and Ethel)

All the time this prevents me and people like me from turning a slight profit and being able to use those funds to continue buying what we are really interested in elsewhere by funding our obsession with the occasional Charity Shop find and other sources.

To boot you are throwing away some rare music that would sell if only you knew what you were doing; not attempting to flog said lps on the basis of some half arsed notion of what you think it’s worth, based on misinformation in the Rare Record Collector.

The RRC

The RRC has never been accurate, in fact they allude to this on the front cover, IT SAYS – GUIDE!!!!

Prices are changing every day, those Cliff Richard tunes that it said were worth £5 each in the 2010 edition aren’t worth 10p for twenty today, try selling them and you’ll find that out super quick. 60s pop has not held it’s price and it’s worth has plummeted in the last 5 years; but try telling that to the little old lady who has been told to use the guide and has priced something you might like at £4.98 over what anyone half sane would try to sell it for. And then (sorry to go back to this) when you actually do look at it, it’s not MINT and yet they’ve graded it so, having never been alerted to the rear of the book or read the intro for that matter.

The rarer find

I’ve used and tried using charity shop finds to finance my own collecting for years, but that little source has all but dried up because of the stupidity I refer to above.

Once you could find a rare Don Rendell and Ian Carr Lp for 75p and flog it for £175 to fund your Jamaican music collecting, and occasionally you might find an interesting Caribbean musical item, Amalgamated’s Jackpot of Hits and a set of Blind Blake Higgs ART Records Lps both spring to mind as past surprises, but no longer does this state of bliss exist.

Bought in help the Aged for 75p, sold for £175

Oxfam, Help The Aged, Cancer Research, are you are talking the p..s?

Every time you fall across something you know is of interest, when you check the price, you just have to try and laugh and walk away.

For example, I was in a shop in Lewes East Sussex a while back, found a Rare’ish Josh White 10″ Lp on Brunswick, with a badly ripped cover, no inner sleeve and scuff marks a plenty, expecting it to be 50p I took it to the desk.

‘That’ll be £14.99 please’, the old lady record expert vinyl dealing charity shop assistant said…. I just walked away.

What I wanted to say was ‘Don’t you realise that the market for late 50s Folk and Trad Jazz is dead, all the old geezers who once collected it are dying, all the old geezers who had a few tunes and might have sold them to the dealers and collectors are dying, the market is flooded AND this has got a really fucked up cover. Sell it to me for £1 maximum because I’m probably one of only three people who know who Josh White was in the whole of this town anyway! Josh White isn’t even ‘that’ roots, he was a bit cross-over and this Brunswick Lp is no where near as rare as the stuff he did on Melodisc. AND the RRC is way off the mark, stop reading the fucking thing!

If I had some hair I’d pull it out!

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Gary Glitter and the strange case of Save The Children


Being an exploration of Glitter (mainly), and his music’s prevalence in the record racks of charity shops today…

There’s nothing like a conviction for Paedophilia to put an adoring fan off you and your music forever is there? Psycho sexual disorders are pretty much a sure fire way to alienate your adorers. So it should be of little surprise to fans of the charity shop record rummage that Gary Glitter and Jonathan King records turn up regularly.

It was highly noticeable just shortly after their convictions for child sex abuse that their recordings began to appear in the boxes of Britain’s charity shops in much higher numbers, even in the boxes of records in the charity shop Save The Children. Which seemed to pass everyone by as a little bit distasteful, thoughtless and dumbass. Why someone would carry a clutch of Gary Glitter singles to a Save The Children because they were disgusted by the little pervert and no longer wanted them in the house and yet at the same time were thinking that someone else would be dying to get their hands on these little audio gems is beyond me. People are strange, either that or they have no idea where the municipal tip is.

What I found my self wondering while leafing through these vinyl paved backwaters of record collecting was that if Paul Gadd and Jonathan King were consigned to Charity Shop misery as a result of their ugly and perverse selves, then what had Richard Clayderman, Barry Manilow and Jim Reeves done in their dark pasts that I didn’t know about.

For amusement I made up their crimes:

Richard Clayderman had murdered his father by crushing him to death underneath his jewel encrusted ‘once owned by Liberace Grand Piano’, after his Dad, in Marvin Gay senior style had tried to shoot his wayward son, egged on by the debauched levels Clayderman had now reached in his personal life. Young naked lads, weird bdsm sessions videotaped and cocaine being snorted off various mirrored 70s Pianos all featured in my fantasy (ugh that sounds a bit… urm… wrong).

Barry Manilow had just purely and simply been convicted and imprisoned of being ‘Overly Camp’ according to the statutes of American and International Law, thus incarcerated his fans had abandoned him. Which in my dreamings didn’t quite fit, as surely his ‘Campness’ was not his weakness, but instead a strength when it came to selling records to the kind of people Barry sells records to. Whoever the f**k they are? Anyway…

Jim Reeves had imprisoned 2049 Japanese citizens on his Colorado ranch for nearly 30 years. Initially the public was with him in this as it shortly followed the outcry over  Pearl Harbour, however after the War public opinion went against him. In 1972 they finally freed the Japanese that had managed to survive his torture camps and medical experiments and he was charged with War crimes. Again his public abandoned him and he was left to die unloved and penniless.

Warning

So when you are toiling at your work of getting through that stack of shitty old vinyl at Help The Aged, Oxfam, Cancer Research or some such similar shop remember that behind every Mantovani Lp, every Carpenters single, every Jane Fonda’s Workout video tape is a dark history You may just want to stand up and turn for the exit now . . .  it’s just too scary!

It can be worth the physical and mental trauma though, you just never know when that next mass murderer is going to be your next best find of the year. hey and all for just a quid!