The dollar bin. Home of countless copies of that one album. But also home to lost wonders, never-recognized gems, self produced cries of “I am here.” In the end, it all finds it’s way to the dollar bin, where I pick it up, dust it off, and put it back on the turntable.
I’m a dj, of the more eclectic end of the chillout spectrum, but this isn’t dedicated to a particular genre or style. Â While I play relatively specifc styles of music, my interests are wide and varied.
And while our focus will be on the mis-priced, the unrealized epic, and the simply bizarre, you can’t put record nerds into a room without ending up talking about a little of everything.