ABSTRACT
Back in the mid-1960s, someone whose name I probably never knew made a good living importing records no one had heard of into England. He would fly to the United States, go to record warehouses, buy up box lots of discs, bring them back to England, rent an empty store for one Saturday, then advertise in the music weeklies. He’d sell his little stash by opening the boxes with a big flourish and playing the discs on a portable record player. That was how I, and twenty-four others, became proud owners of Sonny Burgess’s “We Wanna Boogie.”
