I picked this one up at The Big Dig record show at Vermillion in Seattle. I wasn’t planning on attending this show the year that I scored the record. At the time my oldest daughter was maybe 2 years old. I couldn’t justify the extra expense of a vinyl haul when weighed against my new parental responsibilities. My amazing and supportive wife encouraged me to go anyway. We had moved about 20 miles north of Seattle to get a larger place for our growing family, so making it out to Seattle after dark was a bit of a trek. I arrived happy that I decided to go and focused my limited budget on the tables of my favorite vendors. I bought a decent handful of records and began heading out. Near the entrance a new vendor I’d never seen caught my eye. I needed to know more. I started digging through his crates and came across this. It was the first time I’d seen a record from Iran and it touched me because that’s where my wife’s family is from. I spoke with the vendor for a bit about the record and where he got it. He had been travelling in the middle east when he scored it. When we got around to discussing the price I deposited it back in the crate, $160. That’s a lot of diapers and baby clothes. I said farewell, took my score and headed home. When I got home my wife wanted to see what I got. We looked through and talked about the records. Then I told her I saw a Googoosh record that I passed on because of the price. She lit up and said, “Does he still have it! Is it still open?!” I replied that I didn’t know if he still had it, but the show was still open for roughly an hour. She demanded that we pack the family up in the car and go get our treasure and that’s what we did. I was excited to see her as excited about a record as I get. Our plan was to all go in together but there was no parking and it was too cold and rainy for a late night (in kid terms) stroll. We double parked in front of the venue and I ran in. The vendor was slowly packing up and talking with the people at the booth next to him. I let him know I was back for the record and explained that I’m a collector, not a reseller. I told him about my wife’s background and that the record would be passed down to my children as a cultural heirloom. Records from that era of Iran are relatively rare. He was touched and said, “Hold on a second.” He dug around in his 45s and gathered a few. Then we began discussing the price of the record. He came down to $140. Then he said, “These are also for your family” and handed me the 45s he’d picked up. They were all from the same era of Iran. I thanked him and we shared genuine salutations before I booked it to show my wife the amazing records and share the kindness that was extended to us.
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Review by: Def Wax
Def Wax 