One of my favorite record dealers is a guy named Louie. Louie looks 60, but might be 80. His forte is doo-wop, and just about any rock and roll from the 50's and early 60's. It's good to look at his $3 records because if it isn't The Dubs or The Earls or one of the many "fives," like the Keys, Satins and Royales, it's going in the $3 box.
When I look, Louie sidles up to me and whispers in that "hand on the side of your mouth" kind of way, "For you, anything is a dollar." Louie's a character and last month at a record show, I found 5 Lesley Gore records, originals, in mono, in great shape. A buck a piece in Louie's $3 box.
I'm an honest record dealer...really I am... and I wanted to ask why these records were only a buck, but Louie was distracted. Some guy was looking at a Dion record for what seemed to be hours, inspecting every groove, flipping it over, moving from one type of light to another and pawing the record like he was making a pizza. Louie kept his eye on him. Finally, the guy said, "Can you do any better? There are fingerprints all over this." Louie barked, "YEAH. THEY'RE YOURS!'
When I thought the time was right, I finally asked. Louie replied, "I can't sell Lesley Gore. Maybe you can." I happily took the records and the next day, had a Lesley Gore marathon.
It's something, how one song can define you. "It's My Party" was that song and sadly, too many probably think that Lesley Gore was a one-hit wonder.
I decided, a day later, to list those LPs on eBay. No one bit. Not for weeks. I relisted and relisted.
They sold today.
I hate when that happens.
My business partner and I hated it so much when we had the store, that we would read the Times obituary and if we felt particularly snarky, would shout at the first customer who walked through the door, "Sorry! All out of Pauline Kael CDs!"
That was then.
Go buy some Lesley Gore records. They are terrific!
Here's my fave.