How DO you identify your records? It used to be that if you took them to a friends house or a party, they could easily get mixed up with the other 45's. You might just come home with some unexpected treasures, or worse, be short a few of your own. There was a solution, and it was easy. Put your name on the label. Simple. That way you know who it belongs to, and the record still sounds the same. In the record collecting hobby, that is a no-no. Back then however, it helped to keep your records, umm, well,yours. From the looks of this page, eventually YOUR records went missing. That's right. If you didn't dispose of them, someone else gave them away, took them to the swap meet or had a garage sale. And they probably didn't share the proceeds, did they? To add insult to injury, I bought them! Take a look on this page for your long lost record. If you find it, rest assured that it's in a good home now, properly sleeved, and no longer on the party circuit. If those 45's could talk I'm sure the stories told would be interesting, and likely quite embarrassing for you. In their absence, I will tell a few of my own. Oh, and before I forget, I want to offer you my sincere thanks for helping me build my record collection.....at your expense.
Let's start this off with a good one. The Beach Boys first record was issued on the Candix label initially, but this copy was on the "X" label. They were actually distributed by hand, privately by Mr. Wilson, father of a few of the members of the group. Mr. and Mrs. Martin Johnson of Torrance must have been near the beach and bought one. They slapped their return address sticker on it, and wrote their name on the label to boot. Well, you will be happy to know that I spotted it at the Higgins Diggins swap meet in northern California, and spent a quarter on it. Maybe I bought it from you personally? Either way, the label has now been removed, and your record is in a safe place. Maybe I should send Martin Johnson a thank you card? I would spend more on the postage then I did on the record!
Sandie Boler where are you? Or did you change your name to Sandy Boler? I have your Fleetwoods record! You left me your phone number, but I'm not sure where it's from. Could it be Mississippi, Austin Texas, San Rafael, California, Oregon? Back in the 50's Ma Bell used "Exchange Names" for the prefix's of the phone number. You took the first two numbers, in this case 45, and they suggested GLadstone, GLendale, GLenview, and Globe. Maybe one of those was yours? You must have really enjoyed this top 30 hit from the Fleetwoods in 1961, and you didn't want to lose it. I wonder if you had more 45's from this group? I'll check my stock.
Craig Pew, I have your record. Actually, I have several of your 45's, and this is just one of them. I found them in Northern California at a shop that sells Jeans! They were in a box of about 150 discs, and many belonged to you. How they got from Burbank to Grass Valley is still a mystery to me. Listening to this record, I actually liked the flip called "Nancy Lynne". Usually your name was placed on the "hit" side, but this one could have been a real sleeper. Dick D'Agostin and the Swingers was a good ensemble,and one of five records I know he recorded. Craig Pew, your record collection was dumped in a non-record store for a pittance, and I seemed to benefit, as usual. I am really liking the way that sounds. Do you have more records, and you're holding out on me?
Judy Hellpap, I bet you are from Pittsburgh, or at least the surrounding area. When you autographed this regional hit from kathy Zee, it left the only mark on the record. The vinyl is in excellent shape so I don't know if you played it much. Maybe you wore out your first copy, lost it, and had to buy a second one. Then you did the collector no-no and "labeled" it. Your name, Judy Hellpap is a bit unusual, so when you Google it, you will be coming straight here to this page. May I take this opportunity to welcome you and offer my undying gratitude! It's a great two sided record that you probably wish was still yours. I got this one by way of New York, so it definitely had a journey traveling coast to coast. If you want to hear your record, check out my Kathy Zee Page HERE! Thanks for dropping by.
Surf's up Dudette! Ingrid Rodriguez, or do I call you "Ingie", like the record label says? You previously owned a great surf instrumental by Dick Dale, on the early Deltone pressing. You may have been from Southern California where most of these pressings were originally distributed. Maybe you were a gremmie, a hodad, or had "Goofy Foot"? You might have ridden a bombura or a floater? You could have just gone to the beach and watched the surfers, and basked in the sun. Fortunately you didn't take your record with you, or it would be a big pile of gooey black stuff with embedded sand grains and stale hot dog parts. Instead, Ingrid Rodriguez, I got your record and can jam to to Dick Dale's smoking surf guitar. Cowabunga Ingie!
Andrew Levy, Anita Levy, I have your record! Bill Haley spent most of his early years in Pennsylvania, thus he received substantial airplay in your city. I wonder who really owned this record? Since Anita Levy is listed twice, once by autograph and again by sticker, she wins! This record probably had a heavy metal center insert that was removed incorrectly, and created the two breaks in the center hole. Understand, I'm not blaming you, but someone named "Guido" must have done it. The label has a printing error that left off the last "Crazy" in the title, so i can't blame you for removing that either. You took good care of the vinyl, and I really appreciate it. You were rockin out to a new sound in 1953, and now thanks to you, I continue to groove to Bill Haley and his Comets. Andrew Levy and Anita Levy, thanks for your contribution to my collection! What records did I miss?
Some records have two great songs. This one does not. Martha Hess, you signed the wrong side! Vince Castro had an east coast hit with "Too Proud To Cry", but the "Cause I Love You" label is identified with you, the owner. I have to think you were from the East Coast, maybe New York. I think you had an indexed box of 45's that had dividers. You numbered them all by writing that number on the record label. It had been #65, and was apparently demoted and delegated to the lowly position of #74. I still bet you listened to the flip called Too Proud Too Cry, and didn't want to deface that label any further. And Martha Hess, how DID you get a promotional copy? Your record came to me by way of Stacey in Georgia, so who knows what journey it has been on for the last 40 + years. My sincere thanks for helping to add another tough to find disc to my record collection. You can listen to both sides of your previously owned 45 on my Tonettes Page. If you happen to run into Vinnie-Poo, give him my regards!
Barbara Hall. How do I know your name, we have never met? On some of your records, you wrote your full name. On others, you signed the sleeves. On this one, you conveniently put your last name after the word Barbara in the title of the record by the Beach Boys. You dated most of your records on the day you bought them. But, I've never met you. I did meet your Dad, but only briefly. You see, he was at the Sundown Theatre swap meet in Whittier California, in either 1974 or 1975. He bought a stall and proceeded to unload all your records for about a dime each. I thought it was a good deal, so I scooped up a bunch. I figured if you were to be famous, I would have a ton of your autographs. Just think how much money I would have made! Barbara Hall, you took great care of your vinyl, why did you sell it? Thank You!
Michelle Deroux Dauphin, I've got your record! The sleeve was signed to you, from the artist, and that is the extent of my detective work in figuring out your complete name. The song is doo wop on a label from Mobile Alabama. That would be the same as your address sticker! Now, why would you sell your record that was signed to you? It is probably from the 70's. A local artist, but you would think he could have changed the title of the song to Michelle, instead of Dianne, and pressed up a few for you. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? The record was pressed on gold vinyl, and would have looked great on the living room wall of your Aldebaran Way home in Mobile. I can just see it now. Actually, I really can see it now because I'm holding it in my hand. Michelle Deroux Dauphin, this WAS your record!
Somebody, no names mentioned Miss Norma Sessions, partied just a little too hard with this classic record by the Cleftones. Maybe that's the way they do it in Grand Rapids Michigan. I know you put your sticker on the "B" side of the record, and then tore part of the label on the hit side. I know, someone else did it. They must have needed a small piece of red paper to identify a white elephant gift. So who got the kangaroo soup, anyway? More importantly, who ate it? Maybe you liked the You're Driving Me Mad Side". A nice slow ballad that could lead to a slow dance, which could lead to the smelling of the breath of the kangaroo soup scarfer. I don't recall any other records you had in my collection,I Wonder if I missed out on something. Norma Sessions, please tell!
Alright, you have me stumped. Whose record was this anyway? It seems to have been sent to one Miss Susan White. But, it was sent in care of B. D. White, presumably related. And as cheeses go, he was real cheesy, a chief of staff of the 25th division. But just as I thought it was a done deal, I see James Michael stamped his name over the top of that lovely address sticker. Were you so busy being Chief cheese of staff, that your records were lifted right under your nose by this low ranking non-military weenie? The title of the song is "I've Got My Eyes On You. Well, Bubba, you sure didn't have them on your record, because after it was swiped, I bought it. James Michael not only stole your record B. D. White, but than profited as well. And I have several of them. Give my regards to Miss Susan White!
Faye McNeal, You don't have your record. I do! Back in 1966, Booker T and MG's had a funky sound going on. This particular record did not make the national charts, but it must have been hot in your home town. But what's up with signing your name twice, on both sides? Did you think those record thieves couldn't see the first one? If not, I'm sure they saw the other three. And who is the bonehead "Tony" that you have listed on the label? Don't tell me he was some guy that you "liked". Some guy that you had a "crush" on. At least you only wrote his name twice on just one of the labels. Whew! I thought it was serious there for a minute. Maybe he stole your record. You just thought you knew him. Ha! Faye McNeal, maybe you dumped him because he had too much beans and rice.
Susan Booth, I have your record! Middleville Michigan? That could only be in Thornapple Township. A small town of less than 3000 people, did you have a record store, or did you have to go to Fort Wayne? In 1963, this was Dick and Deedee's 4th chart hit. Must have done well on the radio station you were listening to. Was it WOWO in Fort Wayne, WBCK in Battle Creek, or WKLZ in Kalamazoo? Middleville was too small for their own radio station, so you had to rely on one close-by. What did you do in Middleville? I imagine cruising main had two problems. One, it was short and couldn't last more than five minutes. Second, it would have gone right past your house, which would not have gone over well with your parents! Susan Booth, I don't think there were too many places to hide. How can you get into any trouble?
Vickie Diffie, you hosed up your record. I bought it anyway, in Whittier, California. There was no doubt which side of the 45 you were listening to. The gold star meant that either one fell out of the bag and stuck, or that you thought "The Plea" was cool. Though not showing on the picture well, you had a few buzz words. Crossed out were "Tough", Sharp, and Oldie But Goodie. You crossed out more than you kept."Oh Baby" was on the flip, and it was trashed as well. I think you liked it better than you let on to. Did you run out of gold stars and it should have had two? Maybe the Plea should have been to get a new record. Instead, for some unknown reason and in an extremely weak moment, I bought it. I can't even believe it. Your record player needle must have been an eight penny nail. That and your pencil certainly worked good. Vickie Diffie, this was your (trashed) record!
Randy Briel from San Rafael, California, I've got your record. I bet you were a big fan of Annette. I can envision you drooling over her every move. Lucky it didn't end up on the record label like your address sticker did. This top 10 record from 1960 was probably just one of a collection you had from Annette. Where are the rest of them? Did you actually drool as I proposed and got them stuck together? Maybe you were studying Spanish as a second language, and this record "helped" you to practice. Que Paso Randy Briel? Even your address, Las Pavadas"sounds a bit Espanol. This may be the only record of yours in my collection, but I'm glad it's mine. Thanks for the memories!
Attention! Will owner Arla Martin please stand up. Now, I can point and laugh. You bought what, where, and why? OK, so I don't know where you are from, but this record label is from Cheyenne, Wyoming, and I bet it didn't get much play outside that town. It may have been Wyoming's answer to rockabilly, without the oomph. Lots of echo, interesting voice, but no screaming guitars. What gives? Did this get heard on local stations? Maybe you stopped in to a local bar and Mel Bailey was jammin with his combo. You bought the record they were selling in the dark hallway in the rear, and took it home. You should have had him autograph it! Maybe it was so dark in the hallway that he did...he just missed the record. I guess somewhere in Wyoming, there is a table with an autograph that should have been on your record, Arla Martin.
Along Came Jones, was a great song from the Coasters. It is often overlooked today, but Joyce Dotson, you knew a good record when you saw one. How did you let it get away? You took decent care of it, and now it's mine, all mine! You signed your name to both sides of the record. And what is that 7H inscription? Were you in grade 7 and room H when you bought it? Did it have anything to do with Chromosome 1? Maybe 7H stood for the 7PM hour and that was bedtime. Whatever it was, it's a key to your history. You must have enjoyed those westerns, as this record was a spoof of them. Were you a Wyatt Earp fan, a Maverick watcher, or maybe you liked Cheyenne? I'm sorry I don't have more of your records, Joyce Dotson. Do you?
Jane Krukowski, This was your record. If you turn your computer monitor upside-down, you can read your own autograph. The flipside actually has the name Maxine Krukowski. Maybe that was Mom? Muskegon Heights MI was your home, and you don't live too far from the Chicken Coop restaurant. Sanford street must have been a main street in town. And from what I understand, when you have a carbonated drink, it's not a coke, but it's a cola. You have the second pressing of the record by the Virtues, that originally came out on the Sure label. You must have liked instrumentals. I'm starting to wonder if you had too much chicken and pork as a child. Why else would you sell your records? This is the good stuff! Jane Krukowski, I'm going to play your record now.
Well, here's a twist! Judi Furman, this is your picture! Got it along with all your Washington High School graduation stuff from your home town in the Portland, Oregon area. I mean all of it. I have the pictures of your friends, which are in a senior memories book, their "cards" with autographs and short best wishes notes, the commencement announcement with a listing of all your classmates, a De Castro Sisters advertisement with an unknown autograph on the back, and even a slightly soiled napkin from the 1958 graduation ceremony. Also included was a pep squad patch that you might have worn. Unbelievable! Judi Furman, you won't believe what I'm missing. YOUR RECORDS! What did you do with them? You had to have a pile of them somewhere. Judith Furman, I want to know what records I am missing.