Most weekends, I’m somewhere in the city coppin records. I’m usually focused on the $1 crates, because with the exception of something rare, that’s about what I expect to pay. There are a few records I’d drop top dollar for, but not too many. For the most part, I figure if I wait long enough and search hard enough, whatever I see at a record store for 5 dollars, I can wait til I catch it at the flea market for 1. One of the exceptions to that premise was the Roots soundtrack. We had it when I was little, and I don’t know what happened to it, but I haven’t heard it in years. Or shall I say, I hadn’t heard it. I went to one of my usual spots last night and came up on that joint while rifling through the dollar bin. I almost yelped out in the store. I’d estimate that I’ve been lookin for that jawn since at least 2004. I’ve been to record shows, record stores, thrift stores, flea markets, everything. Now being honest, I can’t play it like I been on some Indiana Jones-type quest. If I had just been dying to get it, I probably could’ve found it a lot sooner, but it’s still a long time to be lookin for somethin, even casually. But I got that joint now. While it normally takes me a minimum of a couple weeks to get around to converting stuff from records to mp3, I hooked that joint up last night. Mostly to hear Ole Fiddler.

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