Fear and loathing in SW London
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I once sold a dozen vinyl. It nearly killed me.
Why on earth did you give away your tunes you nut-case!!??!! :p
Mid life crisis I guess.
Gave crates of the stuff away to one of my employees at the time. He was into music so I thought what the hell he might as well have it.
Kept a crate of dub and downtempo stuff for myself though (partly because nobody wanted it, which was strange) which is somewhere in the garage gathering dust.
Also I used to keep the more select stuff in a separate area. These were the rarities, the white labels and the more upfront stuff that I was spinning on a more frequent basis. One day my ex-missus went through them, butchering the lot with a knife. She was trying to make a point that I was not spending enough time with her (or whatever) and destroyed what (in her opinion) was the dearest to me at the time. Not cool.
I guess she was successful in making that point but there was no need to go through the records. Ironically she got knocked up by some other dude so that was the end of that relationship anyway...