Jackie’s typical behaviour at the record bins involves inspecting first the album cover (especially the playlist) then the vinyl condition then, a while later, repeating both and sometimes, very rarely, tucking the record under her arm with a still 50-50 chance the record goes back where she found it.
None of that this time. I heard a low gasp and then she shoved the record to me. “Take this. Now.” She wasn’t wrong. November 1964, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee. Sublime.
The Endless British Pub Crawl Goes Fourth 