…for years I’d felt aggrieved after reading an article about a New York secondhand record dealer, who claimed to regularly find money, joints & tabs (nay, sheets!!) of acid slipped into Lp covers, that I had NEVER found a single “buyer’s bonus”….
…until yesterday….
…the drought is over…
…these were stuffed down the side of an apple box worth of 7″ 45s….
…(one is even Too Tone “branded”)….
…not joints or acid or cash, I’ll admit, but Dunedin is the Edinburgh of the South.
…(oh… and the moaning?….it isn’t really over).
Bored with a record shop. 