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From the eBay description:
From Thomas Edison to American Idol, this is the complete history of the music that shaped and defined five generations. 3 million records and 300,000 CDs containing more than 6 million song titles. It’s the undisputed largest collection of recorded music in the world. About half of the recordings are new and never played, and every genre of 20th century music is represented. There are countless rare recordings worth hundreds, or even thousands of dollars each on the collectibles market. Organized and cataloged, the collection is meticulously maintained and housed in a climate-controlled warehouse. The estimated value of this amazing collection is more than $50 million.
Bidding ended this morning. The winning bid was $3,002,150.00. Sounds like a steal to me.
Dear First Avenue,
We’ve been together for a long time. 10 years. 10 good years. You were my first real music club, and I’ll always cherish the memories we’ve had together. I know this is awkward, it being Valentine’s day and all, but I don’t think I can see you anymore. Things have changed. I’m a different person than I was 10 years ago. And I don’t think I have to tell you that I’ve been going to other clubs. I know you think they’re small and dirty and you don’t understand why I like them, but I do. I just do. I think it’s fair to say that you’ve changed a lot too. I remember the first show I saw with you; The Melvins. Remember that? Three sets! 2 all-ages sets and a late-night 21+ show! It was magical. I wanted it to last forever. Or the John Spencer Show. That’s still one of the best nights of my life! But at the DJ Shadow/Cut Chemist show last week it was like I didn’t even know you. And the people you were with! What’s up with that? Half of them didn’t even know who was playing! You know the only reason they hang out with you is because they think you’re cool. It’s not because they like the music.
It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I’ll still be around every once in awhile for shows at the Entry. I’ll be sure to say ‘hi’. But I think it’s best if we each go our separate ways for awhile. You need to do what you need to do, and I need to do what I need to do.
Mr. Venne sent me the link to the Faux Fetus Collective a couple weeks ago and I am just now getting around to it.
“The Faux Fetus Collective has been commited to bringing you weirdos weird music since 2002. We do it, and we do it all night long.”
Mr. Venne cautioned me as to the sheer number of free albums available, and I must pass on to you dear reader the same caution. There is A LOT of free music here. It could take an entire weekend to comb through it all.
Due to the “free-ness” of Faux Fetus, we here at the Siren urge you to donate some cash to them, so we can all continue to enjoy the discovery of strange music.