More Confessions of A Vinyl Addict, Part 2
OK, so I got to the JJ Johnson record and realized it was a New York USA pressing, and then I got to Blue Note 1513, Thad Jones, Detroit-New York Junction, and realized it was a Japanese pressing, and then I got to Blue Note 1515, Jutta Hipp at the Hickory House Volume 1, and realized, hey, I don’t own that record at all.
I knew all of that. I knew I didn’t have a complete original collection of Blue Notes. I knew I wasn’t even close to having a complete collection of original Blue Notes. I knew I never aspired to having a complete collection of original Blue Notes. But I felt compelled to go on, to go through the entire 1500 series and know exactly what I had
and what I was missing. At some point I got to Blue Note 1567, Curtis Fuller, The Opener. I knew I had a beautiful, clean, near mint copy of this record. I looked for it on the shelf. Gone. I had sold it. Never mind that I owned the record for years and listened to it once, and I have dozens of other records featuring Curtis Fuller. How could I have sold a mint copy of The Opener? What kind of collector am I?
And then came Blue Note 1571, Bud Powell, Bud! Gone. Sold for a reason I can’t recall. Then Lee Morgan, Candy, Blue Note 1590. This one I knew about before I got to the shelf. I had sold my original pressing 20 years ago for $500. The copy on my shelf now was a reissue of unknown origin. Yuch.
As I was doing this, I realized I was focusing more on what I didn’t have than on what I did have. Suddenly, it became important again to have all of the Blue Notes. I had put aside several Jimmy Smith records. These were all original pressings in the 1500 series. They were on a separate shelf with other records that were going to be sold. I took each of these records off the shelf as if it was a precious gem and I cleaned it and I labeled it and I returned it carefully to its rightful place in my collection, along with all of the other Jimmy Smith records that I will never listen to.
I had to keep going. It was after midnight, and I had been doing this obsessively for seven or eight hours and my adrenaline was pumping and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep and I had moved on to the 4000 series and I was all the way up to Blue Note 4043, Horace Parlan, Speakin’ My Piece.
And then I stopped and haven’t looked at the spreadsheet since and haven’t felt the need to fondle a Blue Note for two days and I am hoping that, perhaps, the crisis is over and now all remains is for me to figure out what the hell happened and what I am to do next.