I started attending Record Store Day a few years ago on account of trying to make lemonade out of some lemons. About 7 years ago, at the end of several back-to-back moves, and after the dust had settled, I realized one of those helpful moving guys who we generously tipped had stolen my entire box of albums. This was my second record collection, one I started after college when I lived near the old record store, Oarfolkjokeopus, now known as Treehouse Records.
My first (high school) record collection was sold during a weak moment in college one Friday afternoon when I needed money to go out. I don't recall getting more than $2 for any record at that time, but I was more interested in raising cash than preserving memories and collections. So post college, I ended up slowly rebuilding albeit an entirely and completely different record collection than the one I had in high school.
Twenty years later, feeling the sting of robbery and with no recourse because too much time had passed and there were multiple moving companies involved, I decided the only remedy was to start over again, for a third time. Here I go, working on it for the 3rd or 4th year in a row.
I am a photographer who lives in Minnesota. I blog about Minnesota, photography, music, food and miscellaneous topics.