Sounds like a title to a Transformers movie. This album can peek interest just by the cover images. I wanna say I was first introduced to this album by my friend Casey. I know he put me onto this version of James Brown - Give it up or turn it loose. This album has all the ingredients that I consider make a great record. The artwork, the thick glossy gatefold cover, and a variety of songs and styles. I think I am adhd in that manner. Funny enough, maybe it’s because it’s a moog record, but I still find these in the $1.00 bins. The copy I have here (out of the many copies I own), is pretty mint. My favorite songs are Alfie and Give it up or turn it loose, but it’s worthy of needle drops on other titles as well. Definitely worth $5.00, and I’ll buy as many $1.00 clean copies as I can.

I was at my friends Keven and Traci’s house last night and Kevin and I while discussing music came across a mutual admiration for Frank Zappa. He showed me a live version of “Duprees Paradise”, a favorite of his, that includes a Jean Luc Ponty solo that equally matches the Zappa solo work, both brilliant. Frank Zappa was something special. So much substance to his offerings. So many top notch players on his albums. It is still often a rarity for me finding people that listen to The Mothers Of Invention or Zappa Solo stuff. My first introduction to Zappa was wayyyyyyyy back in 99-00. A coworker of mine had given me some albums, some real serious stuff, mostly Kraftwerk, Art Of Noise, and a Queen bootleg. His name was Frank, he was from Connecticut, and he was a short, stubby cat, with so much character that when he cared about something, you listened up. His absolute favorite artist was Zappa. He would always mention Joes Garage, play on my name, most likely, but it stuck. I remember buying Joes Garage based on his recommendation and was baffled, “What the fuck is this!?! 🤯 Wet T-Shirt night!?!” Intrigued. Side note: Years later, at a stop light my youngest son had seen a girl he was into at the crosswalk with her friend, I rolled down the window, put the window lock on, and cranked up “Why does it hurt when I pee!” to max level. 😂 The looks👀, thank you Zappa. 200 Motels is a Mothers Of Invention double album with full orchestra that is also the soundtrack to the movie “200 Motels”, which I haven’t seen yet, but I feel like it could be sensory overload. The Trailer is a bit much, similar to what you would come to expect from anything Zappa is a part of. I listen to this album at work often, most times making aware that others aren’t around, but in the instance a homeowner or random other tradesman hears what I am playing, I assure them it’s great music, but I can turn it off if they don’t like it. 😂 We can all agree, Zappa is not for everyone. My favorite tracks of this album are “Would you like a snack?!” And “Half a dozen provocative squats” and “Shove it right in” and……… definitely take the whole experience in. It’s got something for everyone human and alien alike.

Thank you to the few people that decided to help me by following me over to my Skool blog, even though they are personal friends and family, follow me on Instagram / Facebook Etc. I have decided that I am going to pick two pieces that will be given to only followers on the page, and it will only be promoted on this page, on Saturdays. These records will be of all styles and genres, and will be in VG+ Condition and up. Some of these records you may know, some maybe not. You can claim one of two, but not both. To Claim, be the first to say: CLAIM and the Record Title. Now…… Souls Of Mischief - Focus This is a 3 song EP from the might g Souls Of Mischief Crew that I picked up a little over a month ago, and I’m doing so, was told by someone on here that the song “Shooting Stars” is his jam. Hopefully he sees this in time. The Turtles - The Battle of the Bands I probably have 10 copies of this record. I have bought it everytime I had seen it (price permitting), and it is my favorite Turtles album. I have some 7s” from this album also. It has been sampled by so many artists that we all know and love, but is also just a great listen. Great record. So here they are. First Claim to each secures them. Remember, every Saturday, and it will be a random time. Sorry in advance 😂

I just got my haircut. The girl cutting my hair was joking and laughing with her coworker when along came Joseph, changing her whole mood. She asked how my day was going and if I wanted my usual—"a 4 on top, 1 on the sides." "Yup." Like I do with most people who ask what I’ve been up to, I answered, "Too much shit. Super busy. Everything." As if I don’t pile all this stuff onto my own plate like it’s Thanksgiving every day—gluttonous behavior. As I ran down the list, somewhat proud of my overwhelming portions, I mentioned this blog. She said, "That's cool. So it’s about records?" "Yeah," I replied. "It’s a place where I can leave my wife and kids some context about these records I’ve been collecting. It’ll act as some sort of map to the ones I cherish the most, you know, for when I’m gone." And of course, I didn’t bat an eye, because any of us record collectors have the same concern—our collections will never mean as much to others as they do to us. What will become of my life’s pursuit? As she continued cutting, I asked her a question—small talk—but she stopped me. "I’m sorry, I’m still processing what you told me about your blog, and I’m trying to hold back tears. Maybe I’m just emotional from my IUD (birth control)." When I think about my mortality, about being a father and a husband, I can’t say I’ve been what I’d consider a "great dad." I’ve chosen to have a deeply personal relationship with my music and my collection. I’ve introduced my family to it, and sometimes, they’ve embraced it. Other times, they’ve complained that it’s in the way, that it takes up too much of my attention. And even with all those interactions, sometimes my music still falls on deaf ears. And that’s okay. When my dad passed, he was in a drugged-up state, dreaming before he let go. He heard my voice and the voices of others around him. I spoke to him, and his hands moved, his eyes shifting behind closed lids. There was a moment when we realized he was close, and the one thing we could all agree on was that music was a connector.