Bah!
I had a fucking awesome jukebox in my club in the late 80s / early 90s, until it got fucked to death by my scheming asshole partner... but I got most of my singles back... fuck, wait, no I remember now, I rebought a bunch of them; the fuckers STOLE all of my singles along with everything else! Fuck, damn it, I try not to think about those days. The booze and heroin and meth helped at the time. Except they didn't.
But I digress..
ASCAP made us pay them some exorbitant fee in part due to that jukebox. Also the possibility that bands I booked MIGHT play covers. But there I go digressing again...
Is there a market for these old 45's?
Considering how many great ones I lost... maybe not?
But I still did have lots, and I infected the [what I considered to be] famous Al's Bar in Downtown LA with the singles I had left, and sang LOUDLY along with some songs in the daytime when there weren't some nascently famous bands playing at night, getting be 86d by the owner. The bartender loved me, though, and all my beers were free, and even though I was kicked out, I was ALWAYS there... because I lived upstairs. I married that bartender and am repaying all those beers for forever now, though...
She's impossible, but I obviously love her since it's been like 3 decades now and all. Almost.
Congrats, I got lots of old 45's and many old tubes. Wish I had a market for them instead of them getting thrown away some day.
Al's bar?! that place was great (from what i foggily remember) - worth driving back to downtown for after we moved.
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