In honor of the first WXNA Record Fair on Sunday, March 23 at Eastside Bowl, March 17-23, 2025 is Crate Digger’s Week on WXNA! Watch this space for stories from our DJs about some of their favorite record finds!
Ramones – It’s Alive
Randy Fox – Randy’s Record Shop
Some record collectors are born, others are made, and then there are those of us that get struck with divine revelation. Although I’ve always loved music, all through my childhood and teenage years I was never a fanatic about it. Sure, I would hear something I liked on the radio and buy the record occasionally, but for the first 18 years of my life my obsession-gene was satisfied with being a comic book collector, a science fiction and horror fan, comedy nut, and cinephile.
The music thing began to appeal to me more when I was 15 and bought my first Beatles record — The Beatles/1967-1970 aka “The Blue Album” — in 1978. I was soon on the hunt for every Beatles record, but my obsessiveness only applied to that one band. The rest of my record collection was movie soundtrack albums and comedy records. (I could recite, from memory, the entire contents of The Album Of The Soundtrack Of The Trailer Of The Film Of Monty Python And The Holy Grail (Executive Version) just to give you an idea of how big a nerd I was!)
I blame part of my lack of musical interest on the fact that I lived in the sticks. No, scratch that, Dunmor, Kentucky was on the other side of the sticks. I was at least 50 miles from any record store, even a crappy mall chain store. I also had no “music mentor”— an older sibling, cousin, friend, etc. — who could hip me to the good stuff. All I knew about music, other than John-Paul-George-Ringo, was what I heard on the couple of radio stations I listened to, most of which didn’t excite me much. Even when I heard something that I kinda liked, I was often disappointed by the vinyl follow-through. I remember hearing some song by Foreigner that seemed catchy, so I actually ponied up the cash for the LP, which I found to be pretty damn bland. It ended up behind my 45 of the Welcome Back, Kotter theme song in order of preference.
In October 1979, movie critics (and my biggest pop culture “rock stars” of the time) Siskel & Ebert aired a special “Midnight Movies” episode of their movie review show, Sneak Previews. They reviewed and discussed The Rocky Horror Picture Show (which I had the soundtrack album!), Pink Flamingos, Dawn of the Dead, and most significantly, a little film called Rock’n’Roll High School starring The Ramones.
Now here was a band that I could dig! From just a few film clips, I was hooked. I knew nothing about punk, new wave, or whatever ya call it music, but these Ramones guys looked awesome! However, finding a Ramones record in Muhlenberg County was pretty much impossible. Who knows why, but none ever turned up at Uncle Lee’s Discount Center in Powderly, Kentucky in between the ample supply of Skynyrd and 38 Special LPs.
Flash forward to late August 1981, and my first semester at Western Kentucky University in Bowling Green, Kentucky. The second week of school, the campus bookstore announced a “RECORD SALE!” which turned out to be just a table full of cut-out LPs, budget line releases, and cheap imports. But that’s where I found a Portuguese import of The Ramones’ 2-LP live album, It’s Alive, for the cheap price of just $6.99. It was my first Ramones record, my first punk record, and it changed everything!
The “Brothers from Queens” not only proved to be a perfect embodiment for my late-teens frustrations and growing sense of weltschmerz, they were also simpatico with my MAD magazine-nurtured love of snot-nosed absurdity and general disdain for so-called normal society. Plus, it was all wrapped up in three-chord bubblegum pop hooks that I’d loved since I was a card-carrying member of the Banana Splits Fan Club.
Beyond the Ramones however, the record hipped me to the fact that there was an ENTIRE WORLD of exciting music out there that I knew nothing about. Not only punk rock, but even older music that had never breached the walls of late-70s Classic Rock radio playlists. I pretty quickly met a couple of “music mentors” who began pointing me in the right direction (“You’ve never heard the Sex Pistols? You need to go buy the Sex Pistols album RIGHT NOW!!!”), and I was on my way!
Within weeks, I was full blown record collector — haunting the “hip” record store in Bowling Green, seeking out record stores whenever I traveled, checking out new albums as soon as they hit the racks, reading magazines like Trouser Press and Goldmine, digging through crates of old records looking for that outta print Kinks album I read about, special ordering weird indie releases, dreaming of someday starting a radio station that played nothing but the good stuff — you know, CRAZY ideas!
More than four decades later I’m still at it. So hey, ho, I gotta go. There’s a crate full of records somewhere I gotta dig through!
Watch this space for more Crate Digger’s stories all week long!
