Leo came in one Tuesday with this exact Phoebe Snow LP. He was trembling. Said his ex-wife had taken the original in the divorce, but this was the pressing—the Terre Haute plant, first run, before they brick-walled the highs for the radio edits. He paid twenty bucks, took it home, and Jerry never saw him again.
I found it sandwiched between a Barbara Streisand comp and a broken 8-track. The sleeve was worn, the vinyl itself a little hazy, but intact. No price. I brought it to the counter. Phoebe Snow - Phoebe Snow 1974 EAC FLAC
“Forty,” he said.
“He died last spring,” Jerry said, sliding the USB drive onto the counter next to the record. “Lung cancer. No family. Left me the drive in a shoebox. Said, ‘Give it to someone who hears the difference.’” Leo came in one Tuesday with this exact Phoebe Snow LP