A Misadventure in Jazz Collecting, Part 4
Back on the phone with Debby. She’s reading titles, again. I can’t stop her. She doesn’t listen when I talk, she talks over me. So I listen. I’m hardly paying attention. But this I hear.
“Freddie Redd, Shades of Redd on Blue Note.”
“Which one?” I ask.
“Freddie Redd, Shades of Redd on Blue Note.”
“What’s the address on the label?”
“47 West 63rd. That’s an original, right?”
“Right.”
The collection just got more interesting to me. I realize there is no logic to this. As I’ve said before, I can go on eBay any time, now, this minute, and buy a copy of this record. I can listen to it on vinyl right now in either my house in the country or my studio apartment in the city. So why do I care that it is in this collection that I may or may not be interested in purchasing?
It’s the existential question for many of us, isn’t it? What is it about the pursuit that makes it better, more intriguing, more rewarding? Why do I want to find and purchase this record the hard way, rather than the easy way? Read more