In 1975 or maybe 76, I was working at Northern Records, a warehouse in the east side of downtown Cleveland. My job was being in charge of the loading docks. I loaded and unloaded skids of albums from trucks with a manual fork lift, checked the invoices, and let the Northern salesmen (and one saleswoman, who became a girlfriend) in and out. One day Bradley Fields (we both had gone to Lakewood high School, along with the Electric Eels) showed up at the dock with a band, who turned out to be the (as yet unrecorded) Heartbreakers from NYC.
Ten talented bands are gathering dust on my shelves, and I take the time to wonder why and reminisce on where they after they made these amazing hits.