FRANKblack
Somewhere
in the state of Illinois there sits a house that wax built.
When you glance up at it, it doesn't appear to be any different
than the other white ranch-style houses laid out in the alcove,
but stepping through the door reveals another story.
It covers four walls, fills six bookcases, and defines one life.
It is Frank Black's record collection consisting of 9,350 45 RPMs
and 3,000 albums. There is nothing unusual about a person having
a collection of favored knick-knacks but, given enough leeway, the
collection and the person will become intertwined. This has happened
to Frank.
"They define him, define his outlook on life because it's such
a big mix--define the different interests over the years," says
Marilyn Black, Frank's wife of 21 years. "They're such a part of
Frank, if they were sold, it would be like cutting away a part of
him."
The collection began when Frank and his eighth-grade sweetheart,
Patty Parkhurst, would catch the bus into Knoxville, Tennessee,
from the growing suburbs to the local record shop. There he would
scan through the records featuring the hip new rockabilly sound
of Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash. Frank bought an original Elvis
"Sun" recording with "the pretty little thing". If she hadn't moved
across town, Frank recalls, he still might be in Tennessee.
The collection picked up steam when the station manager of WFUN,
Jay Neely, would give him some of the new, controversial records
of Elvis and company as payment for sweeping up the station's floors.
Neely's station didn't have air time for the new sound among its
format of Dinah Shore and Bing Crosby records, but Frank had a spot
open on his RCA turntable that could only play 45s.
With the advent of compact discs, the vinyl 45s went the way of
old 78s. However, Frank didn't embrace the new technology, preferring
to quit with one collection and not begin another. Occasionally,
another old 45 will find its way to the mailbox, but those times
are few and far between.