~In the Early 1990's I was in a regular habit of cruising the Thrift-stores of my hometown in Mississippi.

At some point i was sifting through the used record bin and came across "Geraldine and Ricky" staring up at me in BOLD COLOR. This record was pricelessly bizarre ... and i thought "this will never, EVER make it to CD, this could be the last existing copy and it might just end up in a landfill. That is too tragic to contemplate" So I started purchasing these doomed LPs that had some value to me, an interesting cover, an obscure artist or some element of human sincerity so absent in today's "mainstream" mega-marketed music.