I still can’t quite believe I’m writing this. A few months ago my grandfather got sick and had to pass his home down, and I inherited his house. What I didn’t expect was that I’d also inherit the thing he loved most: his vinyl collection. And when I say collection… I mean a collection. After starting to catalog everything, the estimate is sitting just under 350,000 records. Every room, hallway, and even parts of the basement are lined floor to ceiling with shelves. Jazz, blues, rock, classical, soul, obscure international pressings, test pressings, radio promos, things I’ve never even heard of before. It’s basically a lifetime of obsessive crate-digging preserved in one place.
Growing up I knew he had “a lot of records,” but I never realized just how massive it was until I started opening boxes and flipping through shelves. I do plan on selling the collection and yes i know it's a substantial amount. Going through everything has been a challenge.



Growing up I knew he had “a lot of records,” but I never realized just how massive it was until I started opening boxes and flipping through shelves. I do plan on selling the collection and yes i know it's a substantial amount. Going through everything has been a challenge.




