I can’t say that I’m the greatest digger. You won’t hear of me flying to Colombia or Angola to dig through long lost piles of LPs and seven inches that are piled from floor to ceiling in a mold-infested basement. However, at home or when I travel, chances are that I will find where the records are and spend some hours searching through bins trying to find gold in piles of crappy records. Then again, what I consider garbage is what others might consider gold. We all have different taste and that's what keeps record collectors constantly digging.
Not much bothers me when it comes to collecting. All the new people buying vinyl because it’s the cool thing to do now don’t bother me. Chances are, if they are only doing it to be cool, soon the trend will pass and they will stop. The next time they have to move or need money, those records will be sold or donated and they will end up back in the hands of people who really want them. Digital downloading and MP3 have been great for collectors -- so many great collections by name DJ’s have ended up back in the stores! Buying online doesn’t bother me. If you are willing to pay a hundred dollars for a rare LP on EBay, then more power to you. The person who sold it to you had more patience, found it in a thrift store and bought it for a buck. For their effort, they made ninety-nine bucks off of you.
If you find me on the floor at Amoeba, I have no problem with customers who ask the question, “What’s good in the vinyl section?” Sure, it's a vague question and you'll have to be prepared to be asked a barrage of questions by me such as, “Well, what do you like?” and, “What styles do you like?” and on and on until we can find you vinyl bliss. However, I do have a problem with the diggers that want me to hand them records. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose and joy of digging? I’ll lead the horse to water but I’m not going to pour water in its mouth. I’ll show you where the Cumbia records are; the rest is up to you. Keep digging and make magic happen.