I’VE BEEN SELLING RECORDS ON EBAY. Setting up and running on eBay is a daunting, labor-intensive, time-consuming obstacle course. It’s nothing like the anecdotes you hear on that third-rate television talk-shows where people claim to be making six figures annually selling crap they find at yard sales.
The act (the art?) of collecting is far more complex than most people let on—including the aforementioned yo-yos on talk shows. To collect requires knowledge and goals and usually plans. Most people who are identified as collectors are usually compulsive accumulators but, oh my, is that another conversation that won’t be happening today! 3
It’s 2022 and I don’t have anything up for sale on eBay at this time, but I didn’t want to delete this post.
Still, I hope to encourage you, my faithful readers, to become record collectors. To start, you need to find your way to my eBay ads, so just click right here: my eBay store.
The title of my eBay store is Neal Umphred’s Rather Rare Records. When you open one of my ads, the top of the ad will have the generic eBay look, like this:
The ad above is an auction for Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab’s “Original Master Recording” of the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour album. The minimum bid is $59.99, which is the lowest price I will currently accept for this record. If this was a set-sale/Buy It Now ad, instead of ‘Starting bid’ it would read ‘Price’ with a ‘Buy It Now’ button to the right.
Scroll down until you come to the part of the ad where my individual design comes into play, which tells you more about the item for sale:
This screenshot is only one-third (⅓) of the entire field; keep scrolling for all the pertinent information.
I have about 3,000 records to sell, with only 200 currently online. So, your next move: pick a handful of items and bid or buy and make my day . . .
FEATURED IMAGE: The image at the top of this page is the photo that I use as the Featured Image on my Rather Rare Records blog. There is ramble on about records and the music engraved in their grooves. Tor read some of those ramblings, click here.
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FOOTNOTES:
1 My daughter’s mother and I had rescued the owners of this very complex several times by “managing” the apartments when the hired managers proved too drunk to work.
2 Using 1969 (the year I took my first job after high school) as a starting point, if the same rate of RWI (real-world inflation versus the nonsense passed off by ‘official’ sources such as the Consumer Price Index, etc.) that has affected the prices of most of the items that we use each and every day then compared to now was applied to the minimum wage that was in effect in ’69, then today’s minimum wage would be approximately $14–20 per hour.
3 To accumulate means to acquire an increasing number or quantity of something. The overwhelming majority of people that I have met who identify themselves as record collectors spend vast amounts of time spending small sums of money on increasing quantities of used records they find at Good Will, Salvation Army, thrift shops, yard sales, flea markets, etc. I try to point out to them that spending $1 apiece on a hundred records that you don’t want or need because they were too good a buy to pass up is not the same thing as spending $100 on one record that you have been looking for ten years . . .

Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)
I read A Clockwork Orange at sea when I first ran the salmon skiff for Warren Hanson out of Blaine Washington when we (Sally, Lucas and I) lived in Bellingham–early ’70s. Now my memory is far from perfect, but my brain has the expression as “apple Polly gollies,” and (of course) it means “apologies.” Now I’m curious as to the actual original, and I’m too stuck in my ways to actually look it up. Hmm ... which is it? –Ken Emil
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You got it: appy-polly-leggies is the Nadsat slang (mostly English and Russian) that Alex and his droogies spoke because they were so frigging hip. My favorite term was “horrorshow” from the Russian “хорошо” or “xorošó” which is almost pronounced “orroszo” or some such. It means “well or good.”
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