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Record Lung concerns itself with records—discovering them and listening to them with friends, including you. You’re our new friend.
The expression record lung started as a joke among friends—a fictional disease from inhaling old record dust while flipping through bins—but it’s really only the gallows humor of obsessive music lovers in search of high art in low places.
We spend our days exploring the dusty substrata of the world’s cultural trash heap to find fresh music on slabs of vinyl. We love the dismissed, the lost, the unheralded, the underrated, and the grossly under-priced. We find, we listen, we parse, we research, we cherish, we celebrate, and, finally, after listening again, we share with you—in essays, notes, posts, interviews, photography, and illustration.
And then we make a funny t-shirt about it.
We love music of all genres. Especially West Coast jazz. And weird Canadian pop groups. And Surinamese funk. And Charlie Rich. And August Pablo. And any record engineered by Roy DuNann. And Nina Simone, Art Pepper, Motohiko Hino, Luiz Bonfá, Herbie Mann, Rupert Holmes, Alton Ellis, the Beatles, June Christy, George Barnes, Gil Scott-Heron, Malcolm Cecil, Tennessee Ernie Ford, the Specials, Neil Young, the Royalettes, Gabor Szabo, Kate Bush, Joe Henderson, Black Sabbath, William Onyeabor, André Previn, Jim Motherfucking Hall, Harry Nilsson, Judee Sill, Stevie Wonder, Dave Frishberg, Gordon Jenkins, and Chief Commander Ebenezer Obey.
Three-quarters of us love the Beach Boys, one of us loves the Grateful Dead, one of us hates Led Zeppelin, and all of us adore Blossom Dearie.
And Jimmy Guiffre. Always Jimmy Giuffre.
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