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The day after Record Store Day I was still craving more vinyl, so Jenny and I set out to an antique mall in town we'd never been to. Each of us set a spending limit of twenty dollars for the day, so I wasn't expecting to find much. The mall was a pleasant surprise, with all the boots full, plenty of room to move, and a nice variety of items. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find a single horror VHS tape, or any Hot Wheels, but I did find a Go Go's album early on, then a booth about midway with some Tom T hall albums, and then at the very last stall, after we were long since too hungry and tired to be looking, there was a vinyl collector. I bought Huey Lewis and the News Sports album and a Return To Forever album for the elaborate artwork. Overall, it was a fun and successful day in the vinyl mines.
It's hip to be square!
Bought this Return To Forever album for the artwork, came home, played it, and loved it.
No, you're not seeing things, this Tom T. Hall album is signed. It's signed to Earl, and I'm not Earl, but nonetheless what a cool thing to find for five dollars. The day after Record Store Day was a good day for vinyl.
I like beer. I was commanded by Tom T Hall from an early age to do so
Turns out to be one order I have no problem following. But there was one guy in Houston, Texas, who REALLY liked beer. He liked it so much he decided to side his house with beer cans
Now, when I heard a man spent twenty years building a house out of empty beer cans I thought they were taking about my dad, but this cat was serious. So, when I got to Houston, I knew I had to investigate.
Me pointing at beer cans in Houston
This is me confirming that this man did indeed drink this can of Schlitz sometime between 1968 and his death. He apparently also drank a Coors, some Pabst Blue Ribbon, Pearl, and many Falstaffs. Then decided to side his house with the cans. Being a poet, I both understand and approve of that type of time wasting.
I pointed at other signs inside the house, and other places in Texas, but I feel this is my best pointing work.
At my bar, Castaways, we used to have Old School Beer Night. I'd try to find as many cheap, old beers, like Schlitz, Blatz, Lowenbrau, Pearl etc., throw them in a bucket, and you had to reach in and whatever you grabbed you had to drink. For a buck. Ideas like that are probably why we went out of business.
