Every once in a while, people ask me to take their old vinyl records off their hands. I’ve been offered hundreds, even thousands of them. Since I already have quite a few, and still listen to them, I can only ever take a small fraction of what’s offered.

My father-in-law is the latest to rid himself of his vinyl and the above photos are of the labels of the records I kept. There’s some good stuff here, but also among the others I left behind. Maybe because I used to work at a record store (Tower Records on Sunset, in the classical annex), I have a fondness for record labels.

You can click on the individual labels for larger views.