No More Ebay for Me ):
Well I have to stop looking at ebay. I can't even look anymore. When I see something I think is a good deal, it's too hard not to buy it. I am so broke. ) :
Here's something else cool I saw before the ebayatorium took hold:

Want!

Today I did go to a thrift store. After looking in the back, the guy brought out one measly 8-track. Shirley Bassey - I, Capricorn. I already have it.

So for fun, I have been alphabetizing the collection, and fixing tapes that broke. I fixed The John Coltrane Quartet - Live From Birdland. What a great album. Also fixed The Jon Bartel Thing, Jamming With Edward - Ry Cooder, Nicky Hopkins and The Stones sitting in. I tried to fix another Mason WIlliams album, but the tape broke in two places, NOT at the splice. I keep sticking it back together, but it also keeps accordioning up. It's too bad because it's a cool album. Ear Music? I can't believe I can't remember what it's called after fixing it so many times. I must be blocking it out, because I'm so frustrated.

The Museum is shaping up, but I have to go back to work Monday, so I doubt I'll get much else done. I have to keep inching the tapes along because there's so little room. Picture me standing on the top two steps of a rickety ladder, holding a stack of 15 8-tracks by the very bottom cart, sliding them down the shelves up by the ceiling.
I still have to finish alphabetizing Easy Listening, ktel and quad, and find space for some small leftover sections: tributes, cheesey 70s duos, and teenbeat stars. Those will probably have to live in spinner racks on the work table or the fake fireplace mantel.

Speaking of the fake fireplace, my girlfriend says we can celebrate Christmas in the 8-Track Room this year. We'll hang our stockings from the 8-track fireplace, and sit by the fake fire playing 8-track Christmas music. "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Beer." - The Bob and Doug Mckenzie version.