I'm showing my age here, but Salisbury was one of the first, if not THE first, records I ever owned. KSHE played it a lot — those were the days when it was hard to find out what they were playing because the DJ's were too busy getting stoned to bother telling you what they were playing.
I remember it because my brother and I wanted it so badly that we special ordered it from our local Katz — the old chain that had a revolving cat head complete with whiskers that lit up as its logo --so we had to pay seven dollars (full price!) instead of the normal five. A couple of kids riding their bikes into downtown Kirkwood (don't tell mom!), we pooled our money to buy it. I rarely get that got-to-have-it urge anymore when it comes to music, but whether it's the music or the man, I can't say.
I sold all my records, the real vinyl ones, at a garage sale some years ago to some guy who paid me a whopping twenty-five cents each for the whole collection, which netted me well over 30 dollars. I sold my records because my stylus broke, and I couldn't find anyone in a store who understood me when I asked for a new cartridge for my turntable. Okay, that's why I threw away the turntable; the records went a few years later when it was clear we wouldn't be buying a new turntable and my wife was tired of the records taking up space in the basement. I don't know if I sold Salisbury then, or if it been included in my brother's collection when we split up our collection when he went off to college, but I hadn't listened to it in years, decades actually.
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