Earlier in the week, browsing through a second hand record bin in my local Charity Shop, I stumbled on a copy of Hank Mobley’s 1568.
A quick glance at the heavy record inside showed 47 West 63rd St labels, and deep glossy vinyl. From the lack of spindle marks looks like it had never been played. An original, in mint condition.
I took the record to the counter. “Country and western singer is he, this Hank?” asked the shop volunteer, glancing at the cover. “Not keen on Country and Western music myself. All that line dancing and cowboy boots. We are trying to clear those old records out to make way for a complete Cliff Richard collection a lady brought in the other day. If you are interested, come back tomorrow and I will have put them out. “Summer Holiday“, now that’s what I call music.
Fifty pence, please.”