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My first memory of Everybody’s Records was going there with my dad when I was a kid so he could sell off all of our vinyl. I’m not sure how many he had in his collection, but I remember there being boxes. The plural of box. So it was a few, which we probably traded for a James Taylor CD box set or something. What a sad day.

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The front of the store is dominated by CDs and band tees. I’m not really sure who buys either of these things anymore but someone does because Everybody’s keeps a good amount on steady supply and they’ve been open continuously since 1978 so they must know something I don’t.

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And here’s the back where they keep the glorious vinyl. They also sell stickers back here, which I forgot to get a good picture of. Stickers fall into the same category of CDs and band tees. I bet that guy in the Batman shirts buys lots of stickers. And I’m sure they look great on his Aerostar.

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I like this little corner back here. I’ve never found anything I want to buy back there but I like it anyway. It’s cozy…if I were to break into Everybody’s after a terribly whiskey bender this is where I would curl up and sleep/vomit.

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Ahh, the showcase wall. Lots of good stuff here, mostly a selection of cool classic rock this time around. I was tempted by a Bob Dylan box set up there but, you know, I don’t really listen to Bob Dylan all that much…I just want to pretend I do. That Pat Benatar picture disc is also pretty tempting for when the internet goes down.  Meeeyowwww.

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Another shot of the vinyl room. The stand to the right of the CDs holds most of the newer indie stuff. To the right of that is Jazz and Hip Hop. Rock lines the outside walls of the room. I couldn’t find the soundtrack section that I used to browse.

You’ll see on the floor the crates of 99 cent records. I was really lazy today and didn’t look through all of them. Well, I didn’t really need to because I found one stack that had a lot of good, cheap stuff that you’ll see below.

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Not really sure why I took a picture of this little collection. I guess it just looks classy, or basically if I was to wake up one day and have magically acquired a sense of class this is the type of class I’d like to evoke. Nice 60s suit class, there’s nothing like it.

 

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I bought this one solely for the cover. This is something I try to avoid because space is extremely precious in my SF apartment but there’s something very kinetic and powerful about this one…it’s definitely going on my wall. And I like trucks, they’re so big.

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Really excited to play this one. I’m staying with my parents while I visit Cincinnati and they don’t have a record player (I know, bummer, right?). But it has several mixes of “Bad” and I can’t wait to play this on the new Rebuilt Tranny’s Record Exchange show on Mutiny Radio.

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Again, super pumped about this one. At the time I was really debating the purchase. Looking back, I don’t even know who it was at that shop today. Pretty sure there are several Corbins. A total no brainer, daytime Corbin.

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One simply cannot have enough Daft Punk. Especially old school hard house Daft Punk. Check out this one.

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This one is kind of an album art grab, but I also peeped it before purchase. It’s great.

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Really excited about grabbing this one. XTC is great, you should listen to more XTC. This is why:

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I wish I had as much swag as The Cramps.

Here’s the overall rating for Everybody’s Records

Customer Service: 7/10

Selection: 6/10

Overall Score: 7/10

 

Check them out at www.everybodysrecords.com

Tonight I had the privilege of attending karaoke night at Mason Pub in Mason, OH. Mason is one of the newly-blossomed suburbs outside of Cincinnati which serves as a safe haven for the nouveau riche. At nearly 25 miles outside of the heart of downtown its location puts the township just close enough for MBAs to commute down I-71 to the Chiquita headquarters in Cincy.

This distance also puts Mason clear outside bullet reach of Cincinnati’s infamous Over-The-Rhine, which last year was declared the most dangerous neighborhood in the entire United States. That’s a pretty impressive title for the 24th most populous city in the country.

Standard issue for Chiquita's middle management.

So Mason is a pretty comfy, money-soaked little township. So much so that it’s been the host a few years running for Cincinnati’s Home-A-Rama, which is a disgusting exhibition of the “creative” limits of McMansionry.

Ok, so back to my original point. Tonight at karaoke I heard songs that you could have heard screeched and bellowed by anyone in any city at any shitty wannabee UFC fighter haunt. I heard some Evanescence, some Journey, some *gag* *spit* *eyes watering* *hurl* Nickelback sung by girls in too-tight pants and dudes in highly-embroidered Tapout t-shirts.

It wasn’t so much that the music was terrible, because it was. So terribly awful. It’s just that it’s all so unoriginal. There really isn’t anything left that a city can call its own. Especially music because most radio stations are owned by national or international parent companies. And even worse many people still get their music from…the MTV.

"I tried so hard, and got so far...."

What I’m getting at is that nearly 40 years ago, when this album came out, Mason was an entirely different place. Mentioning the word “subdivision” to the locals would have been akin to speaking Chinese. It was all farms and state routes as far as the eye could see. There weren’t any Applebee’s, there weren’t any Wal-Marts, no internets and certainly no Jap shit called a Kerry Okey. There were locally owned businesses and locally grown music ripe for the pickin’.

When people got together at local watering holes they’d rock a  jukebox loaded 45s or, perhaps during post-harvest celebrations, had a DJ playing singles with the occasional LP request. It would’ve been music that ‘d been picked specifically because it meshed with the locals’ (farmers and laborers) taste of music. I imagine their jukebox would have been packed with Elvis, some Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Hank Williams, and perhaps this new band out of Cincinnati called Pure Prairie League that had this bitchin’ new song “Amie”.

When I’m at places like Mason Pub I like to try and transport myself into the past and think what it would have been like listening to yesteryear’s new music while getting sloshed. Instead of listening to LMFAO’s “Shots” I would be raising my glass and voice to “Amie”. I wouldn’t be wearing jeans and a T but work boots and overalls. The tread of those boots would be filled with a hard-days-worth of manure and my hands rough from wrastling all types of domestic mammals. Shoulders bronzed, hair sunkissed, and neglected teeth which would glimmer dully as the chorus escaped from their huge gaps:

Amie, what you wanna do,

I think I could stay with you,

or a while or maybe longer

If I Do 

Ah, the good ol' days.

…longer if I do, indeed.

 >>Click here to download “Amie” and it’s companion intro song “Falling In And Out Of Love”

 

 

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*MP3 Download At The Bottom*

Here’s a very rare collection of six Bengals songs from the Golden Era of Who Dey Fever.

But first, I would like to say thank you to the Cincinnati Rapid Transit and Light Rail Authority. Without their research grants this compilation would have never been possible. So again, thanks for the financial support and reliable transportation of my research team and myself to the Bengals Archive Annex on 6th & Bodman.

I’d also like to thank the Icky Woods Memorial Boosters Club for catering our fundraisers. The coneys were delicious!

And finally thanks to Chris Collinsworth for the use of his salon & day spa, Exclawtique, in Hyde Park for some much needed R & R!

Nearly every copy of these 45s was lost during the fires that razed most of Downtown and Lower Price Hill during the 1989 Bengals riots. Until now the search for these coveted tracks had been deemed hopeless, as the fires were  of the extreme high-temperature phosphate sort, which vaporizes vinyl instantly.

However, after great inquiry within the community and a few search warrants, we were able to find the last remaining copies. These rare discs were stored in a walk-in safe in the unburned neutral territory of Norwood near Dana & Montgomery for over two decades. Who stored them, or why, in that abandoned hosiery manufacturing plant’s safe  may forever remain a mystery.

So, without further hullabaloo, I present to you the short but sweet Who Dey Collection. Take a listen and feel what it must have been like to believe the Bengals had a real shot at winning the Super Bowl! Wow!

Track 1: The Rzeppa Brothers – The Who Dey Song

Track 2: Rip Rzeppa and Rainmaker – Ballad Of The Bengals

Track 3: Group Effort Productions – The Orange And Black Are Back

Track 4: Group Effort Productions – The Orange And Black Are Back (Instrumental)

Track 5:  Isaac Curtis, Archie Griffin and Reggie Williams – Bengals Number One (Part 1)

Track 6:  Isaac Curtis, Archie Griffin and Reggie Williams – Bengals Number One (Part 2)

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>>>Click here to download the Who Dey Collection on high quality 320 kbps MP3s

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I’m proud to present to you a handful of high quality tracks from Fidel Catastrophe’s upcoming debut album: And The Bleak Shall Inherit The  Earth.

The Cincinnati outfit uses this highly synthesized jackhammer to pound the listener through frontman Karl Spaeth’s ear canal and straight into his medulla oblongata. Inside his slimy labyrinth you’ll find yourself rubbing shoulders with judgmental dead relatives, dodging tractor trailers on Ohio’s medieval highway system and possibly witnessing a terribly graphic cry job.

I’ve heard a whole boatload of versions on the journey toward this completed album over the past year or so. Tracks  chopped, diced, indian-burned…. tracks introducing the disturbingly maternal background vocals of Sophia Cunningham (JK SoCu)….tracks that abandoned instruments and vocals in favor of the primal sounds of a cat in heat locked inside a dishwasher. While I must say I am disappointed with the omission of the moist mew mew I am pickled pink with the final outcome.

However, there’s one final hurdle to making this vinyl a reality. Take a good listen to the three songs posted here and see if they’re to your liking. If so, make your way on over to Fidel Catastrophe’s Kickstarter website. There you will be given the option to make a contribution toward getting the disc pressed. $15 bucks will get you a copy of the actual vinyl AND a CD with demos that went into the writing and recording of the album. Contribute more and, well, you’ll get even more goodies. Just check out the link for details.

If you take a listen and don’t dig what you hear, well…you’re heading down a dangerous path. Also, stop being such a knob.

You can also find out more info about Fidel Catastrophe and hear a few more tracks at http://www.myspace.com/wisebloodwivesblood

Track Downloads

The Breeze Knees

An Endlessness, Thanks

Another Garden Song