Does anyone else love the smell of vintage 33 covers?I took a quick photo of these records I saw at The Great Escape, each of which I have either owned, listened to at my cousin's, or, in the case of these, happened to be show that my friend Dan was in and, well, there was a whole lot of Babs at his place too. Anyhoo, I can't believe it has been this long in life and it finally dawns on me that my love of all things musical theatre was passed on from my parents. There were a number of contemporary hits in their collection, but as I flipped through these records I saw some REALLY familiar ones from my parents' stash ... Zero Mostel: Fiddler on the Roof, Finian's Rainbow, Camelot, The Man of La Mancha, The Music Man, My Fair Lady, Carol Burnett: Once Upon a Mattress, Mary Martin: Peter Pan .... and I knew every word. Especially the Camelot score. "Don't let it be forgot ..."
I grabbed and purchased most of them at the record store today. FOR CHEEEEEAAAAAP! Oh yeah, and Damn Yankees ... which my parents did NOT own (preacher's family and all lol). I discovered the love of that score from a college roomie, Martha, who IF I am remembering correctly, played Lola once upon a time. So my decision to fly by the record store when I realized what day it is made me also fly through some awesome memories.
I can almost smell the aging covers now ... well, possibly because they are all over the bed as I type. I enjoy this particular sensory overload. Oh yeah! My husband gave me a phonograph for Christmas ... now to decide which one I shall enjoy first!
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