I blogged about how I was becoming immune to the record on vinyl bug. I named that piece Record Rehab.
That kind of thinking can lead one to feel a certain way about vinyl and result in selling up to three crates of records. I know from firsthand experience. Prior to discovering Montreal's Death of Vinyl record store in 2007, I trimmed down my collection. I sure as hell have brought home the three crates and more in the last few years.

I had thought about cutting back, downsizing and curbing my appetite for records on vinyl since starting this blog. After the two major Montreal record conventions each year, some intense crate-digging episodes during a handful of trips to New York and a few trips to Toronto in recent years, I've been forced to review that stance.
The bi-annual Montreal record conventions, including the Puces Pop Record Fair, have been very good to me as well. On many occasions I come back home with a bag bursting with beats. I have found a number of wishlist records as well as others I didn't expect to see.
There are so many records & choices in this world that it can be easy to go overboard.
History has a way of repeating itself. I'm a vinyl man to this day but these days I gotta streamline the collection a bit. Pray for me!
My name is DJ Solespin and I love vinyl!









