I Got New Records!

Holy crap, I own an Odin record. That’s right, I said record, as in vinyl. I’ve been trading emails with a Bring Back Glam! reader for quite awhile now and he thought of me first when it was time to clean the closets and make way for baby. So, this dear soul presented a list of Glam – some of it rare – for me to peruse.

So, a few bucks later and I’ve got a stash of records in great condition. It’s sort of ironic that I now own Don't Take No for an Answer and I’ll be seeing Odin at Rocklahoma in just two months.

There’s no way the band could have known their fate…and I can’t honestly say many people expected to see them pop up at a Glam fest after all these years.

If you don’t remember, Odin is a really heavily featured band in The Decline Of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years. You might recall singer Randy O wore assless chaps. Odin were a big band on the Sunset Strip, and Randy thought they'd be huge. I do feel for them…they watched as everyone around them got signed to a major label…while they played every night at Gazarris. By the way, the newest (or modern?)  incarnation of the band is known as DC4.

I got some other records, too. I now own Roxx Gang Things You’ve Never Done Before and Nitro O.F.R. I also selected the vinyl version of Poison’s Look What the Cat Dragged In and Open Up and Say…Ah!!! Naturally, the latter features the original, banned, cover. Also now part of my vinyl collection is Kix’s self-titled debut as well as Blow My Fuse. Yes!

As many of you know, I am getting into vinyl collecting. This splurge also helped me round out my Motley Crue collection with additions of Dr. Feelgood, Theatre of Pain and Girls, Girls, Girls.

I wish I had more money. My friend had so many records on his list, it was overwhelming to even read. Someday I will have all the best Glam records…oh yes, I will. Until then, I'll enjoy my newest acquisitions and listen in anticipation of concert season. While the chances of me ever seeing Nitro live are slim, I’ll still listen to O.F.R. just in case Jim Gillette jumps onstage with Lita Ford at Rocklahoma.

It’s fun to dream.