I tend to forget these funny little digging stories, so ima tell a recent one, actually just a couple weeks old, people who head out into the field after records experience these incidents all the time, for me, I love meeting different people, some a little out of the ordinary, like the house call at this elderly tight silk dressed pot smoking hippie chick last summer, who where out for some fast loving in her basement, while I tried to focus on the records, and had to clear out a little but totally stuffed cellar storage room to get to them, in the process, having to move all her boyfriends guns and amo out of the way, cause the wax where all the way in the back, funny little story, but I already forgot half of it, so ima tell this recent one..not that its really amazing, but here it goes:
So its been cold as fuck, all of february this year has been ice freezing, and def not the type of weather situation that screams for going out on a hunt.
However this lady tells me she has a soul collection, and when ever that happens (meeting people who says they have a soul collection) I immediately for some reason see syl johnsons is it because im black album floating in the air in front of me.. daamn haha, so high winds are blowing coldness in my face as I hit the bike fingers crossed.
About an hour later, frozen stiff, I arrive at the her place, she meets me in the door and asks if im afraid of birds, im like nope, thinking huge dogs are much worse ( a dog the size of a small car once bit a hole in my knee which bled for three weeks) Anyway, entering the apartment I notice the loud sounds of birds.. many birds, she says follow me, first thought that goes through my mind is, how can anyone live in this noise or sleep for that matter..whooa coming into the living room i have to duck, cause this big parrot comes flying right at me, dont mind oscar she says, turns out that the sweet lady has several bird cages in each room filled with budgies, in this other wise normal appartment, and has two large parrots flying free around the rooms, theres doodoo and feathers everywhere, and the lady tells me she hasnt been home yesterday, therefore the messy floor..
As we enter the next room i notice a small stack maybe 20 late 1980s/ 90s lps on the floor, thats the soul collection, common albums, dont even have to look at these, I do anyway, knee deep in bird shit and feathers, sneezing feeling my allergy acting up, all I can think about is getting outta this place, as I stand up, the big bird which are not quite as hospitable as the lady, launches another attack on me, and once again ducking down, I feel like being in a alfred hitchcock movie or something... I politely thank the lady, and head for the door, as I calculate that I might be able to hit a couple spots on the way back, but the lady leads me into the living room again, saying that she has spotted my interest in birds, now she wants to introduce me to them, which apparently all have names.. Theres no way out of this one, i count aprox 30 birds all in all, and it turns out that they all have a little story of their own.
To make a long story short, I was sneezing breathing pretty heavy due to the allergy, as I finally got out to my bike, actually now embracing the freezing cold winter weather!!!
