Paul (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fremantlebiz) wrote,@ 2007-11-26 08:16:00 |
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A gay flea market visit
With the federal election having faded into the section labelled 'boring history' by yesterday morning it was time to get into the more interesting stuff available from the Melville Flea Market, which congeals at the end of our street most Sundays of the year. Some people I know are envious that I live a one minute walk from such a location. They assume I am well placed to snap up some bargains, and they are correct.
Over the past few weeks I've been looking for cheap CDs. I found a few in mint condition yesterday all for less than $1.50 each. Lesbians will be envious that amongst them was KD Lang's Absolute Torch Twang. The disk artwork has her dressed in what looks like a Roy Rodgers hand-me-down cowboy suit.
I don't know if Celine Dion is a lesbian, but I also bought one of her disks from the same seller titled The Colour of My Love. I've since had a partial listen in to both of the CDs and they sound OK to me.
Moving on to another purveyor of old audio, I found a disk by Hootie and the Blowfish. I had heard of them, but not heard them as far as I know. But I liked their name so I acquired a mint condition copy of of Cracked rear view. Actually now I've typed those words I realise that it sounds a bit gay too. Lucky I only paid a dollar for it.
The flea market has two types of sellers, the tax dodging pros who turn up every week and try to rip everyone off. Some of them sell CDs but they are usually expensive - like $5 or more. The best sources are the amateurs who decide to have an occasional clearout of stuff. But sometimes even they have a false ideal of the worth of their junk and end up taking it home again. One thing I discovered in my junk selling past was that if someone makes an offer it's best to take it, because it's quite possible that no one else will ever be interested.
I always ask how much CDs are before I bother looking though the piles. If they are over $2 each I usually walk away. But I didn't walk away from a small collection yesterday which were 30 cents each. Who can remember the Delltones? They were a 1960's Australian group which produced many hits - 'Come a little bit closer'; 'Do you wanna dance'; 'Hangin' five'; 'Walk like a man'. Hey, hang on, they all sound a bit gay too. There's a picture of the four Delltones on the cover. All men, they're walking side by side along what appears to be a beach promenade.
You could be excused for thinking they were gay from the clothes they were wearing - tight pants and Brylcreamed hair - but that's how we young folk appeared in those days - we were spick and span dorky - not gay - I don't think it had been invented. So a mint condition CD of their surfer-orientated famous songs for 30 cents seemed reasonable enough not to pass up yesterday.
Much older than the Deltones was a 900 page leather covered book from 1870 titled Warren's Household Physician. It cost me a dollar. This book which was published in the US has vivid descriptions of all the nasty diseases of the nineteenth century - not the sort of subject I usually go for, but at a dollar I couldn't resist it. When I was leafing through it at home I came across an interesting piece of Australian electoral history. It was a white card measuring about five by three inches:
At first I thought he might have been an ancestor of the once famous Western Australian born twentieth century federal-economist HC "Nugget" Coombs, but the latter had no 'e' in his surname. He's recognised for his role in guiding post 1960s Australian governments with policies relating to Aboriginal affairs.
© MMVII Paul R. Weaver.
About the writer
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write a couple of million words.
With the federal election having faded into the section labelled 'boring history' by yesterday morning it was time to get into the more interesting stuff available from the Melville Flea Market, which congeals at the end of our street most Sundays of the year. Some people I know are envious that I live a one minute walk from such a location. They assume I am well placed to snap up some bargains, and they are correct.
Over the past few weeks I've been looking for cheap CDs. I found a few in mint condition yesterday all for less than $1.50 each. Lesbians will be envious that amongst them was KD Lang's Absolute Torch Twang. The disk artwork has her dressed in what looks like a Roy Rodgers hand-me-down cowboy suit.
I don't know if Celine Dion is a lesbian, but I also bought one of her disks from the same seller titled The Colour of My Love. I've since had a partial listen in to both of the CDs and they sound OK to me.
Moving on to another purveyor of old audio, I found a disk by Hootie and the Blowfish. I had heard of them, but not heard them as far as I know. But I liked their name so I acquired a mint condition copy of of Cracked rear view. Actually now I've typed those words I realise that it sounds a bit gay too. Lucky I only paid a dollar for it.
The flea market has two types of sellers, the tax dodging pros who turn up every week and try to rip everyone off. Some of them sell CDs but they are usually expensive - like $5 or more. The best sources are the amateurs who decide to have an occasional clearout of stuff. But sometimes even they have a false ideal of the worth of their junk and end up taking it home again. One thing I discovered in my junk selling past was that if someone makes an offer it's best to take it, because it's quite possible that no one else will ever be interested.
I always ask how much CDs are before I bother looking though the piles. If they are over $2 each I usually walk away. But I didn't walk away from a small collection yesterday which were 30 cents each. Who can remember the Delltones? They were a 1960's Australian group which produced many hits - 'Come a little bit closer'; 'Do you wanna dance'; 'Hangin' five'; 'Walk like a man'. Hey, hang on, they all sound a bit gay too. There's a picture of the four Delltones on the cover. All men, they're walking side by side along what appears to be a beach promenade.
You could be excused for thinking they were gay from the clothes they were wearing - tight pants and Brylcreamed hair - but that's how we young folk appeared in those days - we were spick and span dorky - not gay - I don't think it had been invented. So a mint condition CD of their surfer-orientated famous songs for 30 cents seemed reasonable enough not to pass up yesterday.
Much older than the Deltones was a 900 page leather covered book from 1870 titled Warren's Household Physician. It cost me a dollar. This book which was published in the US has vivid descriptions of all the nasty diseases of the nineteenth century - not the sort of subject I usually go for, but at a dollar I couldn't resist it. When I was leafing through it at home I came across an interesting piece of Australian electoral history. It was a white card measuring about five by three inches:
Redfern Municipal Election.
Redfern Ward.
W.C. Coombes
Solicits your Votes and Influence.
One who has the time and ability to study your interests.
Kindly Record your Votes. 8 a.m. to 5 p.m... January 18th, 1896.
...should I be elected, you will have no occasion to regret your choice.
At first I thought he might have been an ancestor of the once famous Western Australian born twentieth century federal-economist HC "Nugget" Coombs, but the latter had no 'e' in his surname. He's recognised for his role in guiding post 1960s Australian governments with policies relating to Aboriginal affairs.
© MMVII Paul R. Weaver.
About the writer
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write a couple of million words.
