Mister Mike
Member
After multiple fruitless trips to Sal's (aka Salvation Army) and Goodwill locations in several towns around my city and its environs, I have a question: Where's the Rock section? Why can't I ever seem to locate it? I've looked high and low, and all I can seem to find is Herb Alpert, Andy Williams, Roger Whittaker, Lawrence Welk, Jim Nabors, Barbra Streisand, etc.
I've formulated a theory that I hope this community will entertain. Consider, for a moment, a parallel universe; where mankind has evolved to invent the phonograph and subsequently develop a recording industry similar to our own. Only in this alternate reality, the best selling album of all time is not Michael Jackson's Thriller, but Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass' Whipped Cream and Other Delights.
Between this parallel universe and our own, a rip in the space/time continuum has somehow occurred, the portal of which leads directly to record sections of Sal's and GW locations throughout these United States; whereby the millions upon millions of copies of Arthur Fiedler records, the Dr. Zhivago Soundtrack, and This is Henry Mancini, which could not have possibly been sold in our universe, are somehow transported directly to the shelves of our local thrift shops. Conversely, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin albums familiar to our world are now popping up on the shelves of thrift stores in the parallel universe, as our vinyl collecting counterparts roll their eyes.
Food for thought.
I've formulated a theory that I hope this community will entertain. Consider, for a moment, a parallel universe; where mankind has evolved to invent the phonograph and subsequently develop a recording industry similar to our own. Only in this alternate reality, the best selling album of all time is not Michael Jackson's Thriller, but Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass' Whipped Cream and Other Delights.
Between this parallel universe and our own, a rip in the space/time continuum has somehow occurred, the portal of which leads directly to record sections of Sal's and GW locations throughout these United States; whereby the millions upon millions of copies of Arthur Fiedler records, the Dr. Zhivago Soundtrack, and This is Henry Mancini, which could not have possibly been sold in our universe, are somehow transported directly to the shelves of our local thrift shops. Conversely, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin albums familiar to our world are now popping up on the shelves of thrift stores in the parallel universe, as our vinyl collecting counterparts roll their eyes.
Food for thought.


