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I found a Columbia LP and the inner sleeve (if you can call it that) was sealed. It had little cuts so it could be torn open easily. I've never seen that. Was that for-real or did I get one that somebody afterwards re-sealed for some reason?
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No. Columbia records issued a lot of records like that. So did Decca. They're a real annoyance when trying to slip them back into the cover- and they don't really protect the record because as they get old they can stick to the album. They also emit gases as they deteriorate which can harm the vinyl, so get a good inner sleeve, like the ones Audio Fidelity sells. The Japanese style.
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I found a Columbia LP and the inner sleeve (if you can call it that) was sealed. It had little cuts so it could be torn open easily. I've never seen that. Was that for-real or did I get one that somebody afterwards re-sealed for some reason? I had some Columbia LPs (red label) that had plastic inner sleeves that were sealed and scored so that the edge could be torn off. Yeah, those are the ones.
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I've found several sealed Columbia LPs over the years, including a stereo copy of Miles Smiles, Monk Big Band, and Art Farmer's Baroque Sketches. I will attempt to make you jealous by saying that my sealed copy is a Steve Lawrence recording.
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No. Columbia records issued a lot of records like that. So did Decca. They're a real annoyance when trying to slip them back into the cover- I noticed this with other recordings I've found lately. Maybe they are Columbias and Deccas. Thanks, Eugene. I had a feeling you'd be the "go-to" guy for this info.
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I don't think those sleeves were meant for keeping, rather once you tore it open, you could discard it. Then you could slip the record into one of those metal slot things and let it sit there on top of some random piece of whatever, for all the dust and cigarette smoke to settle on them. Everyone smoked in the Fifties. My brothers, my parents, they all had their record collections in the house where I lived, and there were more than a few of these metal racks all over the place. All the 78's that belonged to my parents were naked vinyl just resting between these metal slots. I remember not being allowed to touch them , or I'd get hit. Those were the records that shattered when they slid out of the slot, fell innocently to the floor and turned into thousands of tiny shards of glass, that your foot wood pick up days later and hurt like hell.
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