Where to Buy LP Dividers?

[garymd]

Looking for some nice plastic dividers to organize my LPs. Now that I'm starting to get my room organized, I realize my LP collection is way out of hand. I'm guessing I have close to 1,000 now and I have put shelves in my built-in cabinets to hold them. I think I have enough room and I know I could make some cheesy dividers out of cardboard or posterboard to organize them (both music type and alphabetically) but I'm wondering if anyone knows where I can buy some that are decent looking. Thanks.

[Allan Songer]

This is what I use (and I have about 3,000 Jazz LPs)

http://www.djmart.com/plasrecdiv10.html

[fini]

Hey Allan,

Where do you get your lp shipping boxes? I've got a few lp's to eBay, and need something good.

fini

[Allan Songer]

Here you go:

http://www.bagsunlimited.com/cart/detail.asp?cat=2&subcat=15&product_id=mlp6

[Clipped and Shorn]

fini,

If you want to be really really cool, check out these sites, found by a knowledge of rocket science:

http://www.vinylrevival.com/packing/

http://www.cameronpackaging.com/shippingboxes.html

http://www.cameronpackaging.com/LPalbum.html

http://www.learnaboutmovieposters.com/NewSite/MOVIES/sponsorlists/bagsunlimited.asp

http://www.vega.org.uk/series/lectures/feynman/index.html

C&S

[Allan Songer]

I have no interest in quantum mechanics, but I'm a pretty darn fair Studebaker mechanic.

[garymd]

Perfect! Thanks Allan.

[fini]

OK, so that covers my rocket roll records.

fini

[Allan Songer]

How about the bongo records?

[Clipped and Shorn]

Back in the late 70s word got out that Eddie Palmieri and his band,

who were then playing in San Francisco, would be jamming at a party

in a barn which is on a property out in Bodega California. I was

teaching at nearby Sonoma State University at the time and was

starved to hear some good music. I packed up some drums and stuff and

headed out there. It was an all day affair with whole pigs roasting

on the oversized barbecues (think: the party scene in Citizen

Kane...."It Must Be Love" etc.} The stage was set up in the barn out

of the rain and the seating was on bales of hay. Supposedly Eddie and

his men were going to be there in the afternoon so I went early, but

when I got there the instruments were just being set up for a band

with Carmelo Garcia, except Carmelo was very late and here I was with

a pocket full of timbale sticks. As is my wont, I hopped up on stage

and my immediate timbale chops was a quick message to the other cats

that they needn't tell me to get the f**k off the stage, instead I

got those smiles which said "who is this guy?... he cooks!" So I was

cool for the moment and had a lot of fun while it lasted. A few of

the party goers who only knew me from my role as an Art Professor out

at the College were surprised at this anomalous image. Eventually

Carmelo arrived and wondered who the heck I was and unceremoniously

moved in and me off as if taking a pawn in a chess game. For god

sakes we cannot have some unknown non-celebrity making it seem like

"anyone" can play this mysterious axe, this, by the way is the story

of my life, and remind me to tell you another story in which I

purposely play with this idea, dress up in a "nerd" outfit including

pocket pencil holder and goofy glasses and sit in somewhere playing

my *** off. Get's 'em every time. {In fact, that is what I do around

here now that I think of it.....}

Who is that masked man?

The party went on and on, plenty of barbecue and conversations and

waiting for Eddie. Waiting and waiting and wondering if the story of

him even coming was in fact true. Waiting and waiting on into the

evening. Eventually Eddie and the band did show up! I remember it was

getting cold in that barn and Chuckie Lopez was complaining about

playing bongo at this temperature {see manual for the graph of bongo

finger speed and pain plotted against temperature}. If memory serves,

it is possible that he switched over to timbales, and since I was

nearby to the stage with a pocket full of sticks, it was indeed my

collection of sticks which he was systematically consuming (don't

these guys travel with their own sticks I wondered). He kept breaking

them and I kept handing him another. It was like a bonding

experience....ok, I am being sarcastic....he barely acknowledged my

existence other than my being a supplier of sticks, (ah, the life of

the local pusher man....Moose The Stick Mooche). Memory is hazy, so I

am a bit vague about who was playing what and when, but I do not

recall Carmelo playing with Eddie and I am not sure who else exactly

came up with Eddie's band, but I do remember Chuckie because we all

were excited about that bongo solo on the latest LP by Eddie, that

gives you the time context.

Eddie was particularly eccentric that night and was consuming big

cigars like they were going out of style. I didn't really see any

opportunity of my pushing my way into sitting in with Eddie (yah,

right...), but it was great fun to see these guys in this local and

very informal setting. They jammed on into the night much to delight

of everyone there. I left with no sticks, which was fine with me

since I make them myself in wholesale quantities, a very small price

to pay for this funny little memory of a rainy night hearing New York

Salsa in a barn in Bodega California. Later when I told this story to

Carlos Federico, he said he knew that ranch and had played parties

there himself for the owner ("Boogie" ?) who was some old time mambo

maniac who used to hang out at the Copacabaña in S.F. and was friends

with everyone on the scene. Maybe Califa knows who that would be?

C&S

[Allan Songer]

What a night!

It's always something else when you're face-to-face with someone you've admired and/or idolized for a long time. Around the same time (1977) I was asked to "take care" of Norman Mailer for two days while he was in Berkeley for a speaking engagement. All we did was drink, smoke, eat and talk about boxing. Maybe not as really, really cool as handing out hand-crafted sticks to a master, but still a highlight for me . . .

[fini]

One time, when I was a kid about 14 years old, I met Chill Wills on the street in Vegas. He was really, really drunk. I still have that autograph, somewhere.

My story really doesn't relate, does it? Oh, I know how I can salvage it! I will address the original query. A low-cost solution to the album divider poblem would be to use funky covers you'd get at the thrift store CHEAP (or, ones you already have...if you've got a thousand records, you've already got 50 dogs)...You know, maybe the records have "deep grooves" from someone's exposed-agregate driveway. Anyway, stick a tab on it, and voila! you're indexed, baby! Cool, huh? You could even laminate them, if you think Chill Wills might come over and spill drinks.

fini

[Allan Songer]

Was Chill Wills the guy with Gene Autry, or was that Andy Devine?

[garymd]

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On 6/27/2003 5:45:39 PM fini wrote:

One time, when I was a kid about 14 years old, I met Chill Wills on the street in Vegas. He was really, really drunk. I still have that autograph, somewhere.

My story really doesn't relate, does it? Oh, I know how I can salvage it! I will address the original query. A low-cost solution to the album divider poblem would be to use funky covers you'd get at the thrift store CHEAP (or, ones you already have...if you've got a thousand records, you've already got 50 dogs)...You know, maybe the records have "deep grooves" from someone's exposed-agregate driveway. Anyway, stick a tab on it, and

voila!

you're indexed, baby! Cool, huh? You could even laminate them, if you think Chill Wills might come over and spill drinks.

fini

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Why didn't I think of that? Sticky tabs. I can steal them from work and save $50! Thanks fini. I feel so stupid.