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Once Upon A Time On Vinyl
Don’t Get Your Hopes Up
DeeDee inherited her brother’s extensive collection of vinyl records after his overdose death. That was all she wanted even though he’d left her everything he owned in a wholly illegitimate “will” scribbled in the back of some coffee-stained graphic novel found by his bed. Bruce would understand, she thought, handing the apartment keys to the guys from the clutter removal company.
And even if he didn’t, so what? He was dead.
That collection consisted of some 3,000 LPs. Some, even many, were in pristine condition but most had been played to the point that they were essentially skinny black Frisbees. Moreover, there were duplicates because Bruce would play a record until it was garbage and then buy another copy and do the same thing.
DeeDee sorted through the collection and found 27 copies of “Sergeant Pepper”, 19 copies of “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan”, and — inexplicably — 9 copies of the original stage score of “Oklahoma”.
“I didn’t know you loved vinyl so much, Dee.” Sylvain sipped his tea.
“Jesus Christ, would you look at this?” DeeDee held up a copy of “Swing, Swing, Swing” by the Boston Pops Orchestra. “Hell, who cares about vinyl anymore?”
