"The ones that don’t pass my audio/visual test, are put in their jackets,,and cracked in half and put in trash."
You break them in half because it makes your blood boil to have someone come upon - and benefit - from those lps which you worked so hard to get.
You're resentful of another's good fortune.
This filthy practice reminds me of a scene in Zweig's "Vinyl" documentary:
A collector of punk has to move to a tiny ,cramped apt. and there is no room for his formidable record collection.
He cannot sell to a used record store cos its the '80s and records are deemed worthless.
And he is unwilling to simply give them away - likely some novice will luck-out and the collection that took years to amass will go to some snot-nose.
He HAS to throw them out. But because he is resentful of another's luck, instead of putting up a "free records" sign or ad, he goes to the bother of
locating a alley where there is a bin and ,making sure there is no one about, he dumps his boxes of vinyl.
He admits that he dumped 2000 lps in a dumpster so that they would "ever
belong only to me."
After the disheartened fellow has gone, Zweig keeps his hidden camera running. Sure enough ,in next to no time, a black guy hops into the bin and ,with a wide grin, proceeds to load-up.
You break them in half because it makes your blood boil to have someone come upon - and benefit - from those lps which you worked so hard to get.
You're resentful of another's good fortune.
This filthy practice reminds me of a scene in Zweig's "Vinyl" documentary:
A collector of punk has to move to a tiny ,cramped apt. and there is no room for his formidable record collection.
He cannot sell to a used record store cos its the '80s and records are deemed worthless.
And he is unwilling to simply give them away - likely some novice will luck-out and the collection that took years to amass will go to some snot-nose.
He HAS to throw them out. But because he is resentful of another's luck, instead of putting up a "free records" sign or ad, he goes to the bother of
locating a alley where there is a bin and ,making sure there is no one about, he dumps his boxes of vinyl.
He admits that he dumped 2000 lps in a dumpster so that they would "ever
belong only to me."
After the disheartened fellow has gone, Zweig keeps his hidden camera running. Sure enough ,in next to no time, a black guy hops into the bin and ,with a wide grin, proceeds to load-up.