HAHAHA
Thats great
I will post more this weekend
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Satan is Our Pal
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I had similar injuries, but mine was due to wanking into socks aged 13.DaN wrote:In the mid-90's, in my most "open-minded" period as far as music goes, whenever there was a record fair in my home town I always went through everything - and I really mean Every Single Crate - at the bi-yearly record fairs. There was this one year where I went a little OTT though. This particular fair was open from early morn 'til 8 in the evening, I had also gotten my first real salary at my new job and spent about 8 hours straight flipping through records and buying craploads. This resulted in two things:
1. My fingertips were worn red so I couldn't hold a coffee mug for days.
2. While carrying the records to my apartment (a half-hour walk) I overstrained my arm muscles to the extent that I couldn't do any heavy lifting for about a year without getting cramps.
A wise man once said: "Scars make better stories than tattoos".
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Omen Of Steel's story definitely is the best.
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This reminds me of all those times were permission were granted to go through the stock/"back room" of old vinyl shacks throughout the country...Satannick wrote:I have told this story before to other people, but over here we used to have this really weird store called "Mars Records" which was more of a garage-sale like basement. The guy (who was a fucking porn-obsessed pedophile looking guy) had bought tons of dead stock and old collections from people and put them all in his basement without any order... it was a mess, some kind of treasure hunt. You'd walk and break 8-track casettes and old lp's under your feet... in that place there was tons of hard to find metal LP's - like for example the two first BULLDOZERs and also had some merch (found a gigantic original ANVIL Forged in Fire poster) and some old zines (Danish BLACKTHORN mag, canadian METALIAN, ancient KERRANG). It was fun, but you almost had to wear gloves because everything was so fucking dusty, haha. The place sadly closed down since, but I will always remember it!
"Now if I just move those Fine Young Cannibals-posters over there and put that crate of 80's techno-12"s on that table, I just might be able to put my right foot there and my left foot there (not crushing those rare The Cure-cd promos) and by way of unearthly acrobatics flip through that VERY obscure-looking crate of vinyls w/ heavy shelf-wear stucked away in the corner.."
..which rarely gave any interesting results to be honest, but The Hunt always was better than The Catch.
HAHA the funny part is that the seller was rightSacrilegio wrote: [..]I did not like coffee I bought a chocolate milk[...]
[...]me with my very short hair(I had to get it cut since graduation was in one week) drinking chocolate milk with a straw[...]
"Dude......what the fuck are you drinking? Is that milk? Fuck that, I am not selling my Mercyful Fate LP's to some milk drinking fag."...
Why in the hell would you choose NESQUICK for an exchange. I bet it was even cold and sweet
now is the madness in hell
we're eat babies flesh
and suck the mothers blood next
we're perverse devils well
we're eat babies flesh
and suck the mothers blood next
we're perverse devils well
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Well my last major hunting score was also the main reason I fell back in love with Metal. Whilst digging at a local carboot I noticed Bathorys 1st LP amongst a load of great Punk vinyl and bought it for 50p.
I had the records under my arm walking around the bootsale, a old Metal looking dude had a stall full of CD's so I thought I'd have a quick look. He asked to have a look at the Bathory LP stating it was a little too "Heavy" for him, we chatted about records for a bit and he said he was getting shot of his collection and he'd bring a selection the week after.
Anyways a week later I turned up and he'd kept them in his boot for me. 150 LP's priced at £1.50, £1.00 if I bought a few. I walked away with the whole lot for £80. It included Legend(IoM) Witchfinder General, Split Beaver, Bitches Sin, Venom, Celtic Frost, Brocas Helm, Satan, Cloven Hoof, Holocaust, Tank, Fist, Maiden, and about 30 Ebony records.
I got home and typed a few of them into google to find out what they were as I was into the more commercial stuff as a kid. Which is when I discovered this very forum. He continued to bring records for 6 weeks. I bough 700 LP's from NWOBHM, HR, Thrash etc. I found out via this forum that some of the records were worth a few quid and felt a little guilty. So I went back and offered him some extra cash, he refused to take it as he was happy his collection was going to someone who had fell back in love with the music, he loved how excited I was each week and was fully aware of the value of his records.
He was offered a bit of money for the vinyl from a couple of dealers who got wind of my fortune and he told them to "fuck off" in his best mild mannered voice. I would never part with any of these records and he is happy his collection lives on through me. He has replaced all his vinyl with CD's.
Great guy and not a porno tape insight.
I had the records under my arm walking around the bootsale, a old Metal looking dude had a stall full of CD's so I thought I'd have a quick look. He asked to have a look at the Bathory LP stating it was a little too "Heavy" for him, we chatted about records for a bit and he said he was getting shot of his collection and he'd bring a selection the week after.
Anyways a week later I turned up and he'd kept them in his boot for me. 150 LP's priced at £1.50, £1.00 if I bought a few. I walked away with the whole lot for £80. It included Legend(IoM) Witchfinder General, Split Beaver, Bitches Sin, Venom, Celtic Frost, Brocas Helm, Satan, Cloven Hoof, Holocaust, Tank, Fist, Maiden, and about 30 Ebony records.
I got home and typed a few of them into google to find out what they were as I was into the more commercial stuff as a kid. Which is when I discovered this very forum. He continued to bring records for 6 weeks. I bough 700 LP's from NWOBHM, HR, Thrash etc. I found out via this forum that some of the records were worth a few quid and felt a little guilty. So I went back and offered him some extra cash, he refused to take it as he was happy his collection was going to someone who had fell back in love with the music, he loved how excited I was each week and was fully aware of the value of his records.
He was offered a bit of money for the vinyl from a couple of dealers who got wind of my fortune and he told them to "fuck off" in his best mild mannered voice. I would never part with any of these records and he is happy his collection lives on through me. He has replaced all his vinyl with CD's.
Great guy and not a porno tape insight.
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daniel wrote: Mr. ultimate metalmaster.
Wow, that's really lucky man... I love old guys like that. Doesn't happen often.
I got another weird record hunting story. That one is quite long and finished during this holiday season!
In 2006 or so, I had gotten a photo pass and press tickets to see Judas Priest in a big arena in Ottawa. Some short mid 40's guy with glasses who also had a photo pass came up to me after the show and showed me that he had written zines in the 80's... I was like, ok, cool - so I bought two of them. (He had them with him). He then tried to sell me other stuff like shitty old early 2000's magazines with articles from him and all that stuff... so whatever, I was drunk and still bought them... I also gave him my Morbid Tales zine just for the fun of it.
Well, the guy took my address, found my phone number and called me the day after. He told me how he had this big collection of LP's that he was trying to replace by CD's (YES!) so he gave me his trade list by e-mail - which included some rarities, semi-rarities and some old 80's t-shirts. Turns out he is an obsessive collector, which spent all his money on imports back in the day... he had apparently over 4000 records. I thought that he was cool to contact me like that, so I arranged a meeting and he came over to my place (which was actually my parent's place at the time). We did the trade and then after he said he was hungry and noticed a nice food smell in the house, so I gave him some soup I had made. My mom found that weird. He stayed there for a while just talking and looking everywhere in the house. After a while he (finally) left...
After this, he started calling me every week - even twice of three times per week. He started his phone called by "HIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" and would always have this maniacal laugh... he'd tell me about how he didn't have friends, how his attempt of getting a girlfriend never worked... he was quite a lonely guy and didn't understand why. He also was very paranoid and had blocked his number from all caller I.D. things. After maybe two weeks of calls, he told me he had added me to his testament for his ENTIRE record collection. At first I was quite happy, but then he got weirder and weirder... always calling me, asking me really personal questions, talking to my mother, my father, my sister... everyone found him fucking creepy. He was long distance, so the ring was always different when he called. The ring had started to make me nervous... just like in horror movies hahaha
After a while, we just stopped answering his phone calls. He'd still call, obviously, because he didn't get it. I then move to Montreal, and he knew that - so he called my parent's place on "holidays" to be sure to catch me. He did that for two years. Once he called on mother's day and I wasn't home, and he told my mother "What? You daughter doesn't even come and see you on mother's day? Don't you feel terrible about that?" ...creepy.
He called me on CHRISTMAS day this year when I was with my entire family and he said the same thing... "HIIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" in his weird creepy nasal voice. I had not talked to him in a year and a half. He asked me why I don't call. Then he said "Ok, fine then, you are off the will!"....
I had creepy shivers all over for a few days after that... haha. In the new zines I have a P.O. box address
I got another weird record hunting story. That one is quite long and finished during this holiday season!
In 2006 or so, I had gotten a photo pass and press tickets to see Judas Priest in a big arena in Ottawa. Some short mid 40's guy with glasses who also had a photo pass came up to me after the show and showed me that he had written zines in the 80's... I was like, ok, cool - so I bought two of them. (He had them with him). He then tried to sell me other stuff like shitty old early 2000's magazines with articles from him and all that stuff... so whatever, I was drunk and still bought them... I also gave him my Morbid Tales zine just for the fun of it.
Well, the guy took my address, found my phone number and called me the day after. He told me how he had this big collection of LP's that he was trying to replace by CD's (YES!) so he gave me his trade list by e-mail - which included some rarities, semi-rarities and some old 80's t-shirts. Turns out he is an obsessive collector, which spent all his money on imports back in the day... he had apparently over 4000 records. I thought that he was cool to contact me like that, so I arranged a meeting and he came over to my place (which was actually my parent's place at the time). We did the trade and then after he said he was hungry and noticed a nice food smell in the house, so I gave him some soup I had made. My mom found that weird. He stayed there for a while just talking and looking everywhere in the house. After a while he (finally) left...
After this, he started calling me every week - even twice of three times per week. He started his phone called by "HIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" and would always have this maniacal laugh... he'd tell me about how he didn't have friends, how his attempt of getting a girlfriend never worked... he was quite a lonely guy and didn't understand why. He also was very paranoid and had blocked his number from all caller I.D. things. After maybe two weeks of calls, he told me he had added me to his testament for his ENTIRE record collection. At first I was quite happy, but then he got weirder and weirder... always calling me, asking me really personal questions, talking to my mother, my father, my sister... everyone found him fucking creepy. He was long distance, so the ring was always different when he called. The ring had started to make me nervous... just like in horror movies hahaha
After a while, we just stopped answering his phone calls. He'd still call, obviously, because he didn't get it. I then move to Montreal, and he knew that - so he called my parent's place on "holidays" to be sure to catch me. He did that for two years. Once he called on mother's day and I wasn't home, and he told my mother "What? You daughter doesn't even come and see you on mother's day? Don't you feel terrible about that?" ...creepy.
He called me on CHRISTMAS day this year when I was with my entire family and he said the same thing... "HIIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" in his weird creepy nasal voice. I had not talked to him in a year and a half. He asked me why I don't call. Then he said "Ok, fine then, you are off the will!"....
I had creepy shivers all over for a few days after that... haha. In the new zines I have a P.O. box address
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I think we've all had dealings with this type of person, but he sounds like the most tenacious/oblivious one of all. I think i'd have caved in and got a restraining order. I admire your mettle. "Metal"?Satannick wrote:Wow, that's really lucky man... I love old guys like that. Doesn't happen often.
I got another weird record hunting story. That one is quite long and finished during this holiday season!
In 2006 or so, I had gotten a photo pass and press tickets to see Judas Priest in a big arena in Ottawa. Some short mid 40's guy with glasses who also had a photo pass came up to me after the show and showed me that he had written zines in the 80's... I was like, ok, cool - so I bought two of them. (He had them with him). He then tried to sell me other stuff like shitty old early 2000's magazines with articles from him and all that stuff... so whatever, I was drunk and still bought them... I also gave him my Morbid Tales zine just for the fun of it.
Well, the guy took my address, found my phone number and called me the day after. He told me how he had this big collection of LP's that he was trying to replace by CD's (YES!) so he gave me his trade list by e-mail - which included some rarities, semi-rarities and some old 80's t-shirts. Turns out he is an obsessive collector, which spent all his money on imports back in the day... he had apparently over 4000 records. I thought that he was cool to contact me like that, so I arranged a meeting and he came over to my place (which was actually my parent's place at the time). We did the trade and then after he said he was hungry and noticed a nice food smell in the house, so I gave him some soup I had made. My mom found that weird. He stayed there for a while just talking and looking everywhere in the house. After a while he (finally) left...
After this, he started calling me every week - even twice of three times per week. He started his phone called by "HIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" and would always have this maniacal laugh... he'd tell me about how he didn't have friends, how his attempt of getting a girlfriend never worked... he was quite a lonely guy and didn't understand why. He also was very paranoid and had blocked his number from all caller I.D. things. After maybe two weeks of calls, he told me he had added me to his testament for his ENTIRE record collection. At first I was quite happy, but then he got weirder and weirder... always calling me, asking me really personal questions, talking to my mother, my father, my sister... everyone found him fucking creepy. He was long distance, so the ring was always different when he called. The ring had started to make me nervous... just like in horror movies hahaha
After a while, we just stopped answering his phone calls. He'd still call, obviously, because he didn't get it. I then move to Montreal, and he knew that - so he called my parent's place on "holidays" to be sure to catch me. He did that for two years. Once he called on mother's day and I wasn't home, and he told my mother "What? You daughter doesn't even come and see you on mother's day? Don't you feel terrible about that?" ...creepy.
He called me on CHRISTMAS day this year when I was with my entire family and he said the same thing... "HIIII BOSOM BUDDY!!" in his weird creepy nasal voice. I had not talked to him in a year and a half. He asked me why I don't call. Then he said "Ok, fine then, you are off the will!"....
I had creepy shivers all over for a few days after that... haha. In the new zines I have a P.O. box address
Your tale would make a good premise for a horror movie.
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Amazing thread!!
As Francisco already said, Lisbon nowadays is NOT the best place to go record hunting. And in reality never was THAT much! Of course, in the heydays, it was possible to find those TARANTULA, or IBERIA or VASCO DA GAMA or whatever else gaining dust in the shelves. Unfortunately, one day the record-store owners found out how much they were going for in German dealers and all the copies simply disappeared!
The story I have to share is about my introduction to a band called PARADISE LOST. Back in the late-80's - early 90's, everybody was turning into massive Death Metal fans. We were getting quite a few demo tapes through tape-trading and writing articles on local zines, and things like OBLIVION (then OBLIVEON), SINDROME, PESTILENCE, and the likes were turning everybody upside down. Then a friend of ours showed up completely hysterical, raving about a new band that had an amazing demo! They were called PARADISE LOST and were supposed to be releasing a new album anyday soon! I didn't get to hear the demo right then, but his enthusiasm was contagious! And so, that name stuck in my head...
One day, when I was going to my weekly pilgrimage to a downtown record store, someone mentioned that PARADISE LOST had already released their first album, although no one knew exactly on which label. And so as I was browsing through the records I came across an album by PARADISE LOST!!!!! I was ecstatic (note: I still hadn't heard the band at this point.. All I knew was that they were supposed to be very heavy and slow Death Metal). I looked at the cover and thought it to be very "light coloured" but who cares?!? Then I flipped to the back cover and found the guys to be very "glammy"... But hey, INFERNAL MAJESTY used to be slacked for the same reason, right? Who cares about the looks! pffff... So I bought it blindly!
And as I came home I put it on the turntable and prepared to be brutalized! And so the intro started with some melancholic keyboards (ahhh.. the eerie, classical intro!)... And then, all of a sudden, I was completely blown away by the faggy, sissy, light-weight, shitty sound! I was listening to a complete POISON (US) rip-off! And a bad one!!!!! I thought "nah... maybe it's just the first song, after all PARADISE LOST are supposed to be HEAVY, not this shit". But every song was like that! Did they sellout RIGHT on the first record? Did the seller mistakenly switched the vynyl?? Nope... I had simply bought ANOTHER PARADISE LOST album... Some band that to this day I don't even know who they are/were...
And to top it all... I didn't even liked the "real" PARADISE LOST that much, anyway (as I didn't like almost any of the Death or Doom/Death bands that were coming out).
As Francisco already said, Lisbon nowadays is NOT the best place to go record hunting. And in reality never was THAT much! Of course, in the heydays, it was possible to find those TARANTULA, or IBERIA or VASCO DA GAMA or whatever else gaining dust in the shelves. Unfortunately, one day the record-store owners found out how much they were going for in German dealers and all the copies simply disappeared!
The story I have to share is about my introduction to a band called PARADISE LOST. Back in the late-80's - early 90's, everybody was turning into massive Death Metal fans. We were getting quite a few demo tapes through tape-trading and writing articles on local zines, and things like OBLIVION (then OBLIVEON), SINDROME, PESTILENCE, and the likes were turning everybody upside down. Then a friend of ours showed up completely hysterical, raving about a new band that had an amazing demo! They were called PARADISE LOST and were supposed to be releasing a new album anyday soon! I didn't get to hear the demo right then, but his enthusiasm was contagious! And so, that name stuck in my head...
One day, when I was going to my weekly pilgrimage to a downtown record store, someone mentioned that PARADISE LOST had already released their first album, although no one knew exactly on which label. And so as I was browsing through the records I came across an album by PARADISE LOST!!!!! I was ecstatic (note: I still hadn't heard the band at this point.. All I knew was that they were supposed to be very heavy and slow Death Metal). I looked at the cover and thought it to be very "light coloured" but who cares?!? Then I flipped to the back cover and found the guys to be very "glammy"... But hey, INFERNAL MAJESTY used to be slacked for the same reason, right? Who cares about the looks! pffff... So I bought it blindly!
And as I came home I put it on the turntable and prepared to be brutalized! And so the intro started with some melancholic keyboards (ahhh.. the eerie, classical intro!)... And then, all of a sudden, I was completely blown away by the faggy, sissy, light-weight, shitty sound! I was listening to a complete POISON (US) rip-off! And a bad one!!!!! I thought "nah... maybe it's just the first song, after all PARADISE LOST are supposed to be HEAVY, not this shit". But every song was like that! Did they sellout RIGHT on the first record? Did the seller mistakenly switched the vynyl?? Nope... I had simply bought ANOTHER PARADISE LOST album... Some band that to this day I don't even know who they are/were...
And to top it all... I didn't even liked the "real" PARADISE LOST that much, anyway (as I didn't like almost any of the Death or Doom/Death bands that were coming out).