Sometimes you find a record and you have to buy it just so nothing worse can happen to it. It seems to have gone through too much already and just needs to be cared for and not put out there for more abuse than it has already had. I have a friend who does this with Band records, he has countless copies of Music from the Big Pink and other albums that he keeps in a box just because they looked so lonely in the thrift store. Of course this may be his entire investment plan.
Yesterday afternoon I stumbled upon this album, it looks as if some misguided young person had used it as scratch paper for his/her math homework. Or maybe it was some convoluted drug deal calculations.
My heart went out to this poor record. The vinyl looks like someone has spilt bong water on it for years or used it for a particularly wasted game of ultimate frisbee. This record had seen enough and needed some rest and recuperation in a retirement home for those burned out derelict Dead albums.
The bigger shame may be that this may be one of the greatest album covers of all time.
I have to admit, last night as I played this album late at night that I remembered how much you can really enjoy this period of the Dead’s music. This may also be related to the arrival of these on the doorstep. So maybe this year is the year I get the Dead, who knows.
I may never come to terms with the opening lines to Jack Straw however.
Anyway happy new year…