Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Desert music,particularly the"high"desert.I,m pullin up stakes and heading west.My friend,who has the balls and enough money,has some really awesome ideas for a spot of land somewhere around Taos,New Mexico.Anyways the predicament is...I will be without the numb comforts of civilization except for this I-pod that Czechmate found one day in the loop.(I have my suspicions about how "he found it")I'm filling it with some essentials which is a fucking tedious project in it's own right.I also realize that I will be without a means to dig any thing but holes in the desert.I always need fresh sounds as much as fresh women,the tunes are the only thing I may be able to do something about.(fresh women Is hard enough already,imagine the desert)
This is where you all can help yer mans out out in his time of need.If you ever downloaded anything from me and thought it to be on the ILL,then it would be very awesome of you to send me just one song that you would want to hear in the desert with nothing but a head full of hash some mountains in your backyard and an old,rusty, schoolbus,you call home.That's the scene good people now give me some soundtrack!I don't care about genres or any of that bullsheet.Whatever is clever,what would fill the soul if you were in my shoes.I'm leaving in 3 days you can hit me up at. email@example.com
headline :desert music.so I know the deal.
I'll try to post a goodbye joint before I leave.No promises but good intentions.
Posted by Anonymous at 9:53 AM
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Has some funky moments on it but not as hot as the cover would appear.
Posted by Anonymous at 7:09 PM
Monday, May 21, 2007
It has come to my attention that some of us beatmaking cats out there are sampling some of these mp3's.I'm not going to act the wax-nazi and call you all wack ass toys,it's your thing do what you wanna do.My intentions were to give a reference point for other diggers,so they could spend wisely,but it's outta my hands once I put it out there.
Hip-Hop was born from the wax,without the wax,hip-hop evolves into something else.It's still hip-hop,but to some of the older cats it's your grandkids 30 years later,all fucked up on some silly shit that you can barely recognize.The wax kept our ears grounded to timeless sound that nobody seems to have the time or money for these days.The sounds of the past also gave us perspective on the future.Bam saw it comin with planet rock.I'm still waiting for "our" Miles Davis or James Brown or Sly and the Family Stone or Jimi Hendrix.Those dudes set the soundtrack for change and the world followed.We in the present need cats like that more than ever.The artist these days are suited to what ever the corporation wants and most of them bit the hook,baited with morbidly,obese,capitalism a long time ago.We were all conditioned to be a tool by televison and school.Where the fuck am I going with this!?
I don't know.
I can see the future.I just think it's too early to abandon the wax when you can still find dollar bins (or maybe not with the petroleum about tapped they will eventually stop making records.I"M GONNA BE RICH WITH ALL MY BLACK GOLD!!!!!)
I'm just sayin to you new breed don't forget about the wax.some of you will call me an elitist blah blah.whatever.I used to make it a point to flip the shittiest dollar bin records known to man,but even beyond that,the sounds I never would of heard if I had depended on someone else to do the dirty work.All the shit posted on 'THE DOLLAR BIN' with the exception of 1 post was found for a buck or less.and that one post was to prove a point that dollar bin records give you more bang for your buck.so don't use lack of funds as an excuse to leave records behind.maybe in another 10 years I will feel different.The future of digging will be digital.That's why I'm polluting the internet with with my seeds now,some kid,30 years from now will stumble across an archive of beats I made,flip something and give it a new face and I live on in the Secretsoundsystem.
Just so my intentions are not misunderstood here's something my man ,Sean P. found, that is very illin' but I won't touch until I can find the wax.the only thing I can tell you about this is,I think Ray Cooper was an English studio drummer can't tell you shit else.a whole track of very nasty drums If any body can tell me where this came from it would be most appreciated.
Ray Cooper and Barry Morgan-Impulsion
Posted by Anonymous at 11:51 PM
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Heard the first cut sampled by somebody on a solid steel comp,plenty of isolated trumpet.Some nice freeform jazz happening here,but the cat's ass is the last cut.A full fledged jazz funk banger that sounds very familiar to me but still is hot shit.
Posted by Anonymous at 1:12 PM
If you hit up the bins there should be a record by the Mystic Moods Orchestra in there somewhere.I can't pass em' up.I own enough to lose count and feel embarrassed.They are usually pretty lame,a couple of dope samples at the most,but this one,brothers and sisters,is a solid listen.If any of you have anything by the"MMO"as dope or doper than this one,I would most definitely appreciate the heads up .
Posted by Anonymous at 12:59 PM
Sunday, April 15, 2007
The album starts off with one of my favorite Sain joints"Party Hearty"the rest of the album is alright not as dope as bus stop,in my "doesn't count for dogshit"opinion but it's still hot shit either way.I plan on posting his greatest hits record soon which I saw 5 sealed copys of for 16 beans apiece yesterday at that place I'm always bitching about(I copped mine a couple of years ago at the wellston swap meet sealed for a buck)just throwin that out there to stroke my own ego I'm like an old lady who feels like she's gettin over with double coupons for prune juice and has to tell everybody about it.who gives a shit.
Posted by Anonymous at 7:58 AM
Damn Floyd!Who woulda thought you had it in ya?!I mean come on dude,you've littered the thrift store landscape with shitty records for as long as I can remember.You,Andy and Roger Williams,Jim Nabors,Rod Mckuen,Peter Frampton, we could solve the oil crisis for another 50 years if we melted down all of the shitty records you guys made,but you showed us!you could funk shit up with the best of em (or at least half of your album can,you couldn't forget your core audience all the way,could you?)Anyways some of you may recognize some stuff on this album that has been sampled.There is guaranteed at least 2 hot joints on this and the rest is very flippable,Don't be a sucka and sleep on this one if you see it at your local thrift store.I'm tellin you man!Hot shit cousins.http://www.mediafire.com/?1dyjrmgdyjy
Posted by Anonymous at 7:31 AM
Monday, April 9, 2007
To make a long story short.....Once upon a time there was this cat who looked like a rapist and was kicked out of an anarchist commune on the southside with nowhere to go,he made beats,collected records,seemed like an alright dude,so Czechmate bein' the compassionate one,offered to let him crash out till he got on his feet.That turned into 4or5 months of free livin for this cat.He would eat our food,sleep in Czechmate's semen encrusted bed all day instead of looking for a job.He once ate our freshly cooked hamburgers while we went to the store to get buns,we came back minus 2 burgers!Class act all the way.He never chipped in once.Anyways we had already had all we could stand for quite a while,but the breaking point for me was when my cousin,Buddy gave him a gig painting a house he was working on,the rapist fucks up completely and jacks off the rest of the time so Bud fires him and then ask him how much he owes him,the rapist tells him $200.00 bucks(And Buddy actually gave it to him !).I get pretty heated when I hear the whole story from Bud.I tell Czechmate that when I get home from work that I will confront the rapist and tell him to make good with Bud and get the fuck out.Czechmate dealt with it before me,he told him how Ill I got over the bullshit and that he has to go.So when I get home Mike tells me the deal I ask "what about Bud?"Czechmate says the rapist said he will finish the job.Afterwards Buddy ends up giving the dude a ride to Iowa,well at least the border,Bud said he made him walk the rest of the way to Davenport.He left behind all of his records,this post is the hottest joint in his crates,We are moving in a month if I have to move his records,they will become mine.Does this sound unreasonable?I'm not going to just leave them.Fuck that shit!It's wax!even though most of em are scrub ass,skippin, pieces of shit,I still will not abandon them.
Posted by Anonymous at 6:09 PM
Hal Blaine-Have Fun!!!Play Drums!!!With The West Coast's Number 1 Drummer/For My Brothers In Arms....Or If You Want To Learn How To Play Drums
This one's for you labrats as well as you oddball fucks.Another meth gypsy bargain.This junt is sooooooooper,fuggin dusty,got a couple of skips.The first side is a drum tutorial and side b is examples of how rigid you will play after you master Hal's lesson,all of Hal's magnificent drumming confined to a few cheap,vaguely familiar,pop ,ditties.For the non-beatmaking sect check out the last cut on the album,called "The Invaders"Enjoy,digital diggers.
Posted by Anonymous at 5:51 PM
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Mo'waxrops,Mo' waxrips,Mo' waxrips!Baaam!!!Travis Biggs for a buck,sucka ducks,no dollar bin is safe from the diabolical ,Dr. Fingers Schaffer!Check out Tibetian Serenity.The rest of the record?take it anyway you want it.Light some Nag Champa,drink your favorite.overpriced ,herbal tea or be a no class,dirtball,dope fiend like me and smoke a fat ball of resin to relax.Meditate on Shaolin Monks kicking ass in the mid-seventies,Soul Train fighting style to a funky,jazzy,disco beat.
Posted by Anonymous at 5:10 PM
Monday, March 26, 2007
I can't remember where I scored this?It was either the Record Troll's dungeon of delightful digs or the dollar bin at "that place"I am always bitching about.Anyways I kinda like it.I'm a sucker for unclassifiable,cinematic music.It's got some moments, nothing you would play outside of your personal listening space.There's times that it has an Axelrod/Schifrin minus the burly drums sound.I think this is supposed to be a gospel record and it may be Canadian in origin,Which would explain it all(soree a-boot that ay?c'mon I love Canada! they have democratically elected leaders,bomb ass,legal chronic and don't bomb the bejeezus out smaller countries for oil!)I may have to relocate there if shit here gets too hairy,hide your wax you maple syrup,hockey lovin'(insert your own Canadian stereotype here)-------,assed,motherfuckers!.....
Not to stray from the subject,but how is it Canadian presses of american released records are always cheaper than the american pressings?I got a copy of Dennis Coffey 's Back Home and Tonto's Expanding Head Band's Zero Time for $5.00 a piece because some old,skulleted,Nazareth freak who was selling em' said "they were Canadian"?They didn't sound like a shitty press.Maybe the old,skulleted,Nazareth freak needed some meth money and blaming the cheap price on Canada made sense,Who knows?.I might be coming to Canada sooner than I think.
Anyways ,let me know what you think good people and keep in mind the subtitle beneath the Dollar Bin says"FROM TURD TO TREASURE"treasure to some turd to others.
Posted by Anonymous at 5:11 PM
I sometimes wonder why any of my cohorts still are down for a dig with me.I'm a pretty laid back cat for the most part,but you know how some pricks act when they drink too much and are trying to impress the chick you happen to be talking to, something about the wax turns me into the biggest asshole.I'm like the Terrell Owens of digging.This shit is a competitive sport motherfuckers!I've done everything short of spitting on them.I muscle my way past anyone with me when we enter.If you come within an elbow's length of me at the bins,you get checked in the ribs.Which causes my friends to hit up another section or go to the opposite end of the same bin,If they do choose the opposite end of the same bin I immediately abandon my end and offensively push up right next to them so I get to the next rack before them.God forbid they cop heat before me,A battery of filthy shit-talking,profanity relating to their mother and loved ones and/or sexual orientation will violently ensue forth from my mouth.And don't let me catch you slippin,cause' if I cop heat out of a bin you have already tainted with your unworthy fingers,that shit will get thrown up in your face for at least a week afterwards and on occasion from time to time for the rest of your life.So HA!HA!FUCKIN HA!!!!!!!!!!!Czechmate.I Know you remember last month at the Czech Center.Shoulda ate yer Wheaties Ho!!!!How in Roger William's Hell did you snooze past the sweet,soulful Syl Johnson for the pittance of one measly buck?Probably too busy thinking about John Travolta's camel toe.That shit is dope!!! Shall we have another listen?Yes,one more time,sleeper cell.
Posted by Anonymous at 2:26 PM
Sunday, March 25, 2007
I thought it would be good to follow up Czechmate's 1st post with this.My personal fav of Oliver Sain's catalog.For those who don't know this local legend,he is known mostly for crafting several hits for Fontella Bass.
I copped this one while on a trip to my other hometown Memphis,I had a child support hearing that didn't turn out so well and $20.00 bucks to spare,so Buddy suggested I take him on a tour of wax spots in the M-town before we head back to the Lou,my problems would be distracted for a hot minute as I reminisced about better days And hit up some old haunts for some sweet soul music and a little southern hospitality.Shangri-la,Last Chance,Audiomania were all still there.Buddy was blown away by the prices and selection of heat as well as how friendly and knowledgeable the clerks were.When I lived there I took all this for granted(like my baby's momma).We hit up a new spot on Cooper St. named Goner Records that appeared sometime in the last 3 years.(damn,it's been a long time),I was down to my last 10 bucks so I had to go super sleuthing.How odd and ironic it was for me to find this,on a personal level that I will not go any further into.A measly $2.50 was all I paid for this.When I approached the counter the clerk hit me with"Damn you found the bait,man!"Budd shot me a cold,jealous stare and mumbled a couple of mutherfuckers.I gloated a shit eating grin and felt a little better.I didn't get to see my little girl but god gave me a little consolation prize.
Ever since Oliver Sain passed away a few years ago,local St. Louis record stores went retarded on prices I've seen this record fetch an upwards of $30.00 on every shelf in the city.As I was ripping this today I came to the conclusion that,Oliver Sain's sound was similar to his city,St. Louis is the halfway point between Memphis and Chicago,gritty,sweaty Memphis soul sauced up with a little Chicago sophistication and polish.Hope ya'll can hear past the dustiness of this,it's a little poppy but no skips.Enjoy this my good peoples!
Posted by Anonymous at 7:51 PM
Ricco Wake & Tyrome Burrell-Smash Inflation/Pleasure Seekers,Vanessa 45-Sweet Heat from a Leaf Sweep
Such sweet serendipitous slabs of inSain St. Louis soul - I try and shake off my slackery so as to feed you fiends - hold steady, waxie, you'll get your fix - As muddy and I recover from the St. Patty's day shamrockery and grapple with the lofty weight of Axelrodian revelations I am transported to another time (3 years ago) and place (3 miles away) - This was a darker time in my life when my main responsibilities included finding a ride to the methadone clinic, the probation office, and passing drug tests at both places - If Burroughs had written "Junkie" to be twice as long and focused as heavily on wax as on dope you would have a good picture of nearly 10 years of my life - my digging was relegated to the thrift stores and flea markets which I'm kind of partial to anyway, but they aren't very consistent - Jobless and aimless, moms gets me a gig doing yardwork for her friend Aunt Shirley (not my real aunt by relation but probably everyone's aunt by kindred ship) - I show up the first day she shows me where the rakes and shovels and shit are in the garage - I go out and work for a while and return to get a new implement - I grab a rake, move some stuff, and pick up some bags and then BANG! there it is a full crate - The front record was "Here, My Dear" - My leg started twitching and shaking uncontrollably - I began sweating profusely - My trembling hand quickly dug through the gold dust - The crate was stacked, everything from early Motown to later Miles; Weather Report to Funkadelic - I tried to keep busy with the yard work until Aunt Shirley got home - When she did, I inquired manically about the records, asking if instead of her paying me I could just take the records - "Oh, Lord, those 'ol things? I forgot they were out there. You'd be doing me a favor taking them. I think there's a box of 45's around here somewhere." I shifted some piles in the garage and found the booty under some leaves - Just as scorching as the first crate - Among the bounty was a 45 by an artist I'd never heard of on a label I'd never heard of - The only indication of the molten core contained within was the producer - St. Louis' sainted soul savior Oliver Sain - Aunt Shirley gave me the records and paid me anyway cuz that's how Aunt Shirley rocks it - Good fortune berths good fortune thus, enjoy some of the nastiest funk, and all its karmic implications, to come out of the STL - God Bless You, Aunt Shirley - In closing, seek solace in the siren sounds you pleasure seeking, inflation smashing, Oliver Saints
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Here we are ..the sounds of Rufus Harley's bagpipe blast through the speakers and me and Czechmate have just separated the remnants of some remaining St. Paddy's day magic shamrocks that I've reluctantly choked down with a gulp of Old Style we have a quarterbag of dust left...hold on..oh sweet Jesus! I abhor the heap of cowshit taste these things leave on the palate...make that a half of a quarter left....
let's not stray too far from the purpose.I have two objectives in this post
1. To weave the decadent and depraved retelling of how this gem was found and what can be expected when you hear it.
2 To introduce one of my wax sniffing, cohorts ,confidants,co-defendants as well as a co-conspirator who will post next on this blog with some sweet heat of his own.He is the victim of an evil wraith that I mentioned in a previous post.The foul, lecherous doppleganger of our boy Czechmate haunts every dig in this fair city.One day the doomed spirit will face us!This one,who is called JASON.DO NOT SPEAK OF THE CURSED DAMNED!!!!!THE HOLY WAX IS OURS MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!
so let's get this story rolling before the burning in my stomach turns into something increasingly incomprehensible...let's see where were we? ah yes UUHhh..ok Ramsey Lewis-Mother nature's Son.this story begins a couple of years ago at an outdoor swapmeet in a humble little berg called Peavley ,the next county over, bout a hour's jag ,south ,down I-55 from St Louis ,where an early morning, free commerce ,ritual takes place every sunday.Meth gypsies,coke swilling,junk scavengers and old people from a sect that think "strings that attach to your glasses to keep them from falling off are the most ingenious hustle known to man"all of them gather to scoff,haggle and weasel themselves into a unbelievable bargain at the swap meet....
remember the objectives asshole!!good thing i outlined them before i started ,there is really no point to read on,or continue writing for that matter.....hope i post the right file...oh well we'll sort it out later.i gotta go.
Sorry folks had an epiphany while listening to Songs Of Innocence and Songs Of Experience back to back.Shit almost got dangerous last night.It's a good thing nobody was armed.Let me mention a few things about this album that I failed to touch upon last night.Regardless of your feelings about the Beatles or Ramsey Lewis you should listen to this.I have to mention the arranger of this album,he did an awesome job.He is also responsible for the moog and theremin noodleling between the tracks.He goes by the name of Charles Stepney.That is all.Over and out
Posted by Anonymous at 4:41 PM
Monday, March 12, 2007
Found this little piece of hip hop history in the most unlikely of spots.Things usually go down like this when me and Buddy go on a dig,he's a driver and at the flick of a jackrabbit's erection we will end up in the most ungodly of places.this time it was westward, on the path of white flight ,into an affluent St Louis suburb,in their local goodwill,Where you can expect the forced smiles of bored mongoloids from behind the counter and geeked out housewives looking for a bargain on more shit to piss off their husbands with,the kind who secretly snort blow while madly clipping coupons.
anyways I throw Buddy a couple of elbows on our way in and make my way past him towards the part of the store with the records.I immediately spot a shimmering pile of sealed 12's and descend upon them like a kid with the christmas morning jones,the flight of the Valkyries playing in my head,signifying to myself that something worthwhile may be had.fingers shaking,fumbling,eyes honing in on the labels....looks like lame disco 12's, K.C. And the Sunshine Band,air city records,manhole records,w.t.f.?earthworks,t.k. records!dope! 3 Sealed George Macrae full lengths!then i see this."T.E.C records Lady B.?To The Beat Ya'll 1979
this couldn't be hip hop.probably disco at the best, oh well,50 cents? so what.I'll take the hole fucking lot even the manhole record.you never know some of the most lame disco can be pretty ill when you screw it down a bit on the pitch.made my way to the checkout with a healthy stack where the mongoloid behind the counter welcomed our transaction with"jeez,there was another guy an hour ago who bought a bunch of these too,we just put 'em out."."oh yeah!" says buddy"i bet it was that motherfuckin doppleganger,that son of a bitch is always tainting the digs!"buddy begins to grill the increasingly frightened mongoloid for a description."did he have a beard?glasses?bout' a buck sixty? 5'8?black hair?did he say his name was jason?the mongoloid stuttered confused babble to keep up with buddy guns barrage"i .i .iya ,ummm uh .kinda ?i ,i, don't know.i notice the seething hate ,fervently swell in the eyes of bud and drowning rat, fear in the clerk's eyes,i tactfully opted to buddy that this situation can easily take a turn for the worse if we don't get while the gettin's good.anyway,enough of this.the tale of the doppleganger will have to be another post ,besides you're here for the music,which may very well be one of the earliest hip hop records i know besides rapper's delight(o.g.s please excuse my ignorance i wasn't hip till run dmc came around)the only thing i know about this record is what's on the label,she may be from philly at least that's where she recorded it.i think i remember finding out she was a radio d.j. upon my first investigation a while back after I copped the record.who the hell knows?things tend to get shuffled when they spend too much time in my head.anyways hope you enjoy it and don't get vertigo from trying to read the piss poor photo of the label.p.s it's only 1 track,same thing on both sides
Posted by Anonymous at 4:58 PM
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Here's a record that should of been a dollar bin find, but due to curiosity getting the best of me and my wallet I paid waaaay too much for this on EBAY so as penance to my digger's ego I am posting this rare and elusive gem for the rest of the world to hear.This is possibly one of the funkiest,weirdest records I have ever heard.It has been billed as "Jewsploitation","Gershon Kingsley trying to out Axelrod,David Axelrod" and a whole heap of other hype I got caught up in to the tune of $70.00+$6.00 shipping and handling.PHEW! It feels good to get that off my chest.All I'm saying is,I really like this record,but would of liked it a hell of alot more if I could of found it down the street at this thrift store that has more Theodore Bikel records than you can shake your sex organs at,who by the way is on this record too,but don't let that turn you off,this record manages to remain funky even with Theodore Bikel.Don't get caught in the hype of a write up in wax poetics or a record dealer or the heat of a bidding war kids!You'll thank yourself for it later,or if you are a fat,fucking,record dork who has a semi proficient,grasp on technology.You will post it for others to hear the errors of your ways and learn no record should be worth more than that classic monetary unit of sin, $20.00.Heed this my brethren and enjoy some funky,"David Axelrod inspired","jewsploitation"
Posted by Anonymous at 6:33 AM
Thursday, February 15, 2007
THIS WAS ANOTHER GEM COPPED FROM THE DANK SOUTH CITY DUNGEON OF MY MAN "THE RECORD TROLL".THIS PLACE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SPOTS IN THE CITY EVERY RECORD IS 2 BUCKS OR LESS,DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH YOU BUY,THE DOWNSIDE/CHARM IS CONTORTING YOURSELF WHILE BALANCED ON A LAWNMOWER TO PEEK BEHIND THE VARIOUS MOVING PILES OF RANDOM JUNK BEHIND JUNK, ALSO THERE IS A CAT WITH AN INSIDE OUT BABOON ASS WITH RUNNY SHIT MATTED INTO HIS FUR THAT I PITY AND AVOID THE POOR,MISERABLE BEAST AT ALL COST.BUT THERE ARE MANY HIDDEN TREASURES THAT AWAIT THE PERSISTENT DIGGER.
RIPPED FROM WAX FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE
ARIF MARDIN'S 1974 "JOURNEY".SOME OF YOU(LIKE ANYBODY LOOKS AT THIS BULLSHIT ANYWAY) MAY RECALL HIS NAME FROM THE PRODUCTION CREDITS ON PRETTY MUCH EVERY ATLANTIC RECORD RELEASED SINCE 1963 ,HE'S EVEN ON SOME OF THE RECORDS TOM DOWD PRODUCED.IF YOU DIG THE FUNKY JAZZ THING THIS IS RIGHT UP YOUR EARHOLE.ENJOY THIS DOLLAR BIN PRESENTATION MY FAITHFUL NON-READERS
Saturday, February 10, 2007
EDGAR ALLEN POE'S THE TELLTALE HEART AND THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM NARRATED BY IRVING ADATTO WITH CREEPY 1950'S GUITAR WANKERY BY JERRY H. GALUTEN ALSO CREDITED AS PRODUCER.THERE IS A DISCLAIMER ON THE BACK COVER THAT READS,WARNING:WE OF NIGHTMARE SHOULD NOT BE LEGALLY HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR DEATH CAUSED EITHER BY HEART FAILURE OR BY FRIGHT.SO COP THIS DOLLAR BIN GEM AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION,YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!ALSO THIS THING IS A LITTLE SCRATCHY BUT DON'T LET THAT FUCK IT UP FOR YOU,WHADYA WANT?THIS IS THE DOLLAR BIN!