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I have a habit of collecting things I wasn’t looking for… things you get at record stores, flea markets, dollar bins, etc. I accumulate far too many things that come in the mail or from some kooky shop on my lunch break to devote proper coverage of them all, but some deserve attention in this world, and so do the places I find them at. Here are a few of those things of recent past, in completely random order and in nerdy overindulgent fashion.

(Oh, some of this stuff is technically from a trip the last few days in December but get over it.)

Broncho: Can’t Get Past The Lips (CD)

Outdoor dollar bin at Shangri-La Records in Memphis, TN

My husband and I very serendipitously found this in a box of dollar cds, just days after overindulging in our discovery of Broncho during an internet binge of Norman, OK bands. Mister Dear himself really wants to review it so I’ll leave it to him. In the meantime, I’ll say that this song can easily be listened to 10X in a row and I won’t be surprised if it becomes THAT song that they grow to hate because they just can’t go a whole show without being begged to play it. Also, nerd shoutout to Broncho, I really like your website and kudos to whomever is responsible for designing and developing it.

DMZ: Radio Demos LP (Vinyl)

Goner Records in Memphis, TN

I couldn’t turn away from this 2011 release from Munster Records. It’s impossible to listen to stuff like this quietly in the background, I’d prefer to let 1976 fill the room and overwhelm my eardrums. There are a lot of remakes here, which is more than fine by me. DMZ never did wrong in my book, so the likes of Fleetwood Mac’s (weird, huh?) “Somebody’s Gonna Get their Head Kicked in Tonight” or playful 1960s garage romance classics from The Kink’s “Til the End of the Day” to the Dave Clark Five’s “Glad All Over“, the bittersweet “Heart of Stone” by The Rolling Stones, Flamin’ Groovies raunchy “Teenage Head,” and the Stooges essential “Search and Destroy” are all appreciated. I’ve heard complaints about ratios of remakes to original songs on special releases, but when it comes to stuff I’m going to buy no matter what because I’m a fan, I’m all for having some variety and sonofabitch it sounds good so I ain’t gonna be a snob about it. I just want some living room andrenaline so I can reminisce about parties I was born way too late for. I can’t pick out a favorite song or video, but I found this full album preview stream on allegedly new and partially free rdio.com.

Full Metal Jacket: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (CD)

Outdoor dollar bin at Shangri-La Records in Memphis, TN

FMJI don’t accumulate many movie soundtracks, but I’m a sucker for re-examining history via hearing songs in proximity to each other you wouldn’t have played together otherwise, and it just ends up making perfect sense. These finds are ideal for short car rides when you can’t decide what to play.

Some of these mainstream hits have been so overplayed as default background representatives for 1960s references that I realize I underplay them. Perhaps iconic works like Full Metal Jacket are responsible for accelerating them into becoming cliches. I give Kubrick four gold stars for these handpicked embellishments I have the pleasure to experience consecutively. The multi-textured novelty of Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs’ “Wooly Bully” (although juxtaposed grimly against one of the more shameful macho exchanges of this film) will never dull in classic party appeal. I like Chris Kenner’s shakin’ “I Like it Like That” and hey, so do my feet. With one of the slinkiest bass lines and sassiest snare struts to tease the miniskirts of prime time television, (and every awkward karaoke night) the Hazelwood/Wrecking Crew/Nancy Sinatra “Boots Were Made for Walkin'” more than compliments this scene in Full Metal Jacket. And then there’s the cherishable mess of the Trashman’s “Surfin’ Bird.” It’s like a campy history lesson that puts some movement in your step and it’s no surprise I’ve gone through tracks 4-7 so many times since I picked this up.

I always skip the opening remixed marching song. There’s an eeriness in Johnny Wright’s “Hello Vietnam.” I will never reject the chance to listen my lifelong favorite “Chapel of Love” by the Dixie Cups. The “Marine’s Hymn’s” joviality is almost shocking when paired with the gruesome reality of war.

Both the movie score and the pre-existing popular singles exist on this same release, which I haven’t seen on most of the soundtracks do I own. The final 20ish minutes of movie score, composed by Kubrick’s daughter Vivian (AKA Abigail Mead), is as dramatic and optimally experienced during the movie as you’d expect, but is still worth listening at least once. Especially if you have an overactive imagination or you’re fascinated with machines like this or this.

John P. Sartelle: What Christian Parents Should Know About Infant Baptism (Book)

Bargain table at Dickson Street Bookstore, Fayetteville, AR

IMG_6356One of the many things I love about the Dickson Street Bookstore is the table outside, where you can get dirt cheap books they have a surplus of or no one seems to want, however many you can fit in a big brown paper bag, for like $10 or something. There are a few qualifications for what ends up in my bag such as awesome book illustration/design/photography, informational/educational content, a future gift for someone, sheer comedic novelty. I know some expectant parents, and I’m waiting for the right baby shower to give this away.

Doris Daily Troesch: Home Haircutting Made Easy (Book)

Bargain table at Dickson Street Bookstore, Fayetteville, AR

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In America you have the freedom to learn anything and be anything you want, especially if it’s half-assed and cheap. Why waste your money on a haircut from a professional that invested a substantial chunk of time and funds to learn the trade and pass state licensing and maybe pay rent for a small space to work out of everyday, when in just a matter of 80 pages, you too can learn how to give your kid a Lionel Ritchie hairstyle yourself? Your husband will LOVE you for saving him so much money.

Miss Dear reads too much. Her personal brand is glitter and her favorite accessories are bruises from shows. She is still quite torn up about David Bowie. You can often find her taking pictures of her precious cats or at a dive bar being mediocre at karaoke. She's a PacNW native that loves the South.

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