Stopped by this convention this past Sunday at some run down ass hotel.
I haven't hit one up since pre-serato.
(Worst record enthusiast ever.)
But only because moving a bagillion records is a bitch.
First crate I hit had gems like this ^, (S U P E R tempted because of the Inst...but resisted.)
Ray J - Wait A Minute, (copped for the inst like 60 years ago)
and 1,000 Jewel records.
Saw this, and immediately texted my Dad asking why in the F didn't he tell me Judas Priest covers were this sick. Considering getting a tramp stamp of that^.
And. So. Many. Horrible. Lean. Mix. Covers.