Did a little trip today to a small coastal town - I'm not going to say where, but a clue is: Kenneth Branagh once engaged in some stretching activities here: http://www.expressen.se/noje/film/ha...-mr-wallander/
Never have found much here in the past, but armed with new knowledge of charities and thriftshops I didn't know about before I thought it was worth a revisit, so here we go:
First I went to the wrong side of the railroad tracks to the local Swedish branch of Lions Club - I don't know exactly what they do but it leaves a bit of a bad taste in my mouth, like wealthy people who justify their wealthiness by donating and stuff... nothing wrong with helping people in need - but there's something American smug about it. Nothing wrong with USA either as a whole - but those ultra-conservatives leave a bad taste in my mouth even when they do fundraising for a good cause. Hence the Just checked out what it was all about and what do you know: they're an American organization so I wasn't wrong there. Oh well, I guess it's better they throw some trinkets to the poor than spend it all on buying islands or whatever they do. Anyway, in Sweden they are more(maybe in USA too?) famous for rundown chazzas so this is what a typical one looks like (although I have been to much messier, damper and smellier ones):
And here's their records:
And my finds for £1 a piece:
Great afro soul jazz Masakela spare - if you don't know it click here and continue reading with a good soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VViCqN_FfaU
And Susan sings songs from Sesame Street - it does have some of the kiddie funk/soul the sleeve promises but also a lot of more boring songs.
I did not buy the puzzle pop because it looked like the music was pretty crappy for some reason, can't remember now - just wanted to show it because it's an interesting artifact and inside it looks like:
The rest of the puzzle pieces were under the booklet.
Next up I thought I'd go to 2 thriftshops but it turned out one was actually a charity and the other I couldn't find so maybe the internet references I checked out referred to the same place because they were supposed to be neighbours. This is the one I found:
And I've said previously my CSCs would always include a weird public piece of art. I'm not sure this is a CSC, I guess it is - but I decided to bend the rules and instead present this... thing, that was to be found inside the charity:
Records were also found:
They were £2 and I only found one worth bringing home:
Kris Peterson. Don't know the name, but bought it because I remember having some Richie Havens records on the label... listening now: some kinda soulrock with funky bits here and there. Pretty nice.
Now I went over the railroadtracks and entered the city. I saw the gothest girl in town walking by - must be very tormenting to walk in longsleeved pitch black dresses that go all the way down to the feet in the summer, but maybe that's a kind of self abuse they think they need in protest of... whatever it is they're protesting. Never understood goths. Not even when I hung out with them... well, the ones I did hang out with were pretty cheerful and easygoing girls so they were probably not typical goths either.
Odd observation as I ate: an elderly couple walked by his arm around her with the hand inside her shirt so it was pulled down and nearly fully exposed a boob he was holding and squeezing rhythmically for each step they took. Very odd way of making your way down mainstreet.
Had a wonderful sandwhich with mozarella and basil cream. Didn't take photo of it because I had to sit and eat it right on the main shopping street with hundreds of people walking by and as soon as I pulled the camera out I got wary they might consider me to be a madman documenting everything he eats so I aborted mission. Does it make me a madman to be so concerned with not being considered a madman by total strangers?
Next charity was some fair trade thing. But a sign said they were closed until the 30th. So nothing there. Instead a Red Cross one, it had started getting windy when I arrived:
They had just a little vinyl, but nothing interesting:
Note the Baise-Moi though. Made me think and laugh at the trashing an acquaintance gave it in a review: "The Big Fuck-Hoax" read the title. I didn't like it either.
So long walk to the next place:
Fair amount of records:
Though maybe we don't engage in that sport this year?
Records were 50p and these followed me home:
Not listened to any but, Christophe is French and could sound like anything. The Melodiya could be a illmadraer Soviet jazzfunk bomb but I'm 99,99% certain it isn't because it clearly says in English: "popular Russian folk and Soviet songs" and one of those popular songs is Kalinka and I doubt it's possible to give that a sick jazzfunk treatment though I loved to be proven wrong on that. Anyway it's just 50p. The War is a spare nad as foor Kool and Meters they're from 1976 and 1977 so I think they'll be much too discoey for my taste but again: 50p is no money to speak of.
Then I was going to another thriftshop but when I arrived it was just a residential house so maybe the blurb on the net referred to a garage sale now in the past or something.
On my way back to the train I did spot a sign marking the place where there used to be a charity, so I'll leave you with that: