So, my question...
(because everyone that writes in a PUBLIC journal is asking a question. It may not be directed to anyone, in fact most are directed toward themselves, but their's a need felt to release the question into the world because secretly hope is held that someone has the answer. Or I'm just crazy and rambling, either way you're obviously reading this shit and wasting your time looking for answers, questions, or escape from bordom. Anyways, thanks and back to the point...)

Have you ever been afraid that one day you'll fall in love, study and invest in one person, trust someone completely, only so they can turn around and destroy you?
It's the firecracker in the palm. The difference between a burn and lost fingers is whether you grab hold. The minute you grab you have something to lose. Something you went out of your way to squezze. Something you let become part of your being. Something that's truely a part of you. And it destroys itself, your hand, and that action of trust called love.
Have you ever been afraid of that?

I think at a certain point in some peoples lives (mine included by proxy), their are a certain amount of answers to this question.

1. Yes, I've been afraid of self destruction. This is probably the best answer for it leaves your future fate in your hands. All you need to do is overcome this supposed "irrational" fear and a whole new horizon is open to us, and all those fairy tale dreams children act out with barbie dolls and action figures can come true. I'm convinced this answer is bullshit.

2. Yes, I've been afraid of self destruction, BUT I'VE BEEN DESTROYED BEFORE!! This always sounds like an answer to boost someone's ego. "Oh, I'm the wise sage who has TRUELY loved before and NOW KNOW BETTER!" Bullshit. What bothers people that answer like this is now that they've been destroyed, or they would be busy sitting a mental ward somewhere BEING DESTROYED! What bothers them (and by proxy me) is that they've never been destroyed because they missed their opportunity. The chance that they've never really loved fully.

3. No, I'm not afraid of self destruction, I'M STRONG! Wow, I've never has such fucking shit rammed down my ear. You're flesh. We're flesh. Love will fuck you up, no matter what you think you can do to avoid or fight it. The sooner everyone accepts that, the sooner we can all die and be done with this mess.

4. No, I'm not afraid of self destruction, I just love the pain.

I just love the pain.

Life is pain, ya know. Self destruction is pain. Life is a self destructive act. And one can only truely love in moments of possible self destruction. Life is love, and love NEEDS pain.

No, I'm not afraid of self destruction. I'm a masocist.

I just wish I had the heart to hurt someone.


-Nicolas

So it's been a while.
I think I've reached a point in my writing where I have to put a small collection together. So today, on my first day off of work in 2 or 3 weeks, I did a lot of reading and editing, and put together around 25 pieces I can really be proud of.

For a long time people have told me they need to read it instead of hear it. I've known it, I write in a style that's very aware of hat fact. But I couldn't just hand out loose leaf paper for people to read. So I've had to wait. And wait. And wait. Going over things again, throwing huge amounts of shitty poetry out, finding what works, what doesn't, and waiting for those little moments where all the words seem to fit together.

I think I've got it.

But I need some feedback.

How much should 25 pieces cost at a open mic?

Should parts be illistrated?

Should I write some explinations, stories, or facts beside some of the poems?

How should it be bound?

Hit me back ASAP, wheels are rolling.
(Much love to Tiya, Ed, and Jenny for being a guide, example, push in the right direction, kick in the pants and all around role model. Buy Tiya's book, look up Ed's shit, and find Jenny's zine, it's all great)

Shakespeare

Date:	2004-08-23 19:27
Subject:	Belated, yet heartfelt
Security:	Public
Mood:	determined
Music:	Two Til Late

Jordan
The Cooper Temple Clause
Mogwai
Auf Der Maur
Libby
Libby's friend
The Rapture
Two random cool people
Muse
Interpol
The Cure
The Best Crowd I've ever seen
Jenny
Renee (I can't find the accented e)
Q
Shawn
(Damnit, I can't remember the other roommates name. Fuck, she was cool too, this sucks so bad man. Anyways, moving on)
A fateful pack of cigs
Dumpsters (the ones you throw trash into)

For the 11th night of august, 2004, I say thank you. I'll never forget it (I may forget names, but not faces and memories, shit I still can't remember her name!)

Nicolas James Hampton

Tommorow, I will be at DTE Energy Music Theater, watching The Cure kick some serious depresso-pop ass. I'll let you know how it goes. I can't fucking wait, I've been waiting all summer, working in factory hell humming the disintegration album to pass the time. That's it. Just putting a tab here for a minor event in life, since I've been neglecting that lately in favor of Bass practice, work, and sleep. Peace.

Nicolas James Hampton

Date:	2004-07-13 20:26
Subject:	2 weeks
Security:	Public
Mood:	worried
Music:	Stuff I'm writing

Does anyone remember when it took 2 weeks of siking up to ask somebody out? I remember the first time I asked someone out, I planned it for 2 weeks, waiting for the exact moment of relevance and trying to keep it to a gossip minimum. Needless to say I asked her to 7th grade homecoming a month early and the whole school knew 5 minutes after. Not to mention she couldn't date till she was married. Unique circumstances for my first great fuck up.

I think I've finally made up my mind, though I'm far from deciding if I'm making the right decision. None-the-less, it goes today.

Nicolas James Hampton

Date:	2004-07-07 17:14
Subject:	I just saw the Stay Puff marshmellow man
Security:	Public
Mood:	determined
Music:	The Pillows - Our Love & Peace

So today is just another day. Things got a little bleek yesterday, and I was having a little bit of a hard time finding my way out, but I got up and brushed myself off. Somebody called the Ghostbusters, and mothafucka, I ain't afraid a' no ghost! Let's go save the city...

Still here,
Nicolas James Hampton

Date:	2004-07-06 16:59
Subject:	dead somewhere...
Security:	Public
Mood:	crushed
Music:	something really depressing and hopeless

I am the BIGGEST IDIOT IN THE WORLD!!!

NO ONE HAS LESS OF A BRAIN THAN ME!!!

MY TIMING IS WORSE THAN A RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR!!!

I'M GOING INTO A CORNER TO FUCKIN' DIE!!!

(my luck is worse than murphy's, fuck me man, fuck me...)


murphy's bastard child

People at the post office don't seem to like me. Fuck them, I really wanted to use UPS. Cranky ass bastards.

Shakespeare

How to make a shakespeare

Ingredients: 1 part pride 5 parts silliness 3 parts instinct

Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of emotion and enjoy!

Stolen from lockedangel:

I would like everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want, and I will answer. Then I would like for you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Date:	2004-04-12 20:41
Subject:	Hmm?
Security:	Public
Mood:	blah
Music:	Free records I picked up from FBC

Since today seems to be the day to update livejournals, I myself will update mine. Freshmen year I vowed never to blog again (god I hate the word "Blog"). This year, I think it wise to not comment in other people's journals. Unless in poetic form, I'm not very good at getting across what I'm trying to say, so let me fuck things up on my own journal for now. If you are reading this and would like me to write comments in your livejournal, please let me know, though I'm too prone to fucking things up and I finally have come to terms with the fact that my icon is creepy.

Since I drove my bike into the red cedar ( for those that don't know, a while back I rode my bike into the red cedar) the last of the scabs have finally fell off, and I can move on with my life. My record collection has grown considerably since my last list, but I think making a new list would take too much time unless someone would like to help me do it (anybody, please, it will be fun!). Met some cool ass people recently (shout out to laurna) though my weekly trip to the ihop has apperently been discontinued due to the ihop crew meeting at some other restaurant. Traitors. I find myself not even having enough inspiration to write away messages right now, much less decent poetry. Produce something about once a week, and have run out of ideas for basslines. I went and randomly sat outside a classroom in the music building today and just listened. Heard a orchestra, some wicked bass solos, and a choir, so the trip paid off. Actually thinking about doing my taxes.

Jordan is due back any day now from London. Really looking forward to that, I miss the bastard.

In less recent news: "Da' Band" is not real hip-hop. It's not even a band, but a group. If you wish to know what I call hip-hop, I'd be more than glad to send you some good shit. If you don't care, call me a asshole for writing this and forget I exist.

I'm starting to hate my lj entries. I started better than this, I had a couple good ones there. Though, instead of waking up with a name in my head, now-a-days I wake up with a huge dread of facing the day, so I guess it's only to be expected. I miss the 3 p's of shakespeare.

Last night I took a bike ride all around campus at 3:45 in the morning (approx.). Haven't done that in a little while. I enjoyed it, and was able to go to sleep peacefully afterwards.

I got nothing left to write.

Shakespeare

In my life, I have met only one person finer than Nia Long. Only one.

Shakespeare

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Date:	2004-03-24 00:59
Subject:	leave it blank
Security:	Public
Mood:	cynical
Music:	ask me

This page
is exactly like
this page
blank
You'll ask what's here
you'll never recieve an answer
Its revelation
that it has no revelation
just options
for more questions
that never bring revelation
Its image
a illusion in your mind
built to bring an answer
you never had
and isn't there
This page
offers you everything you already know
and says the same thing black
as it does in white
The only answer
this page
will ever bring
is that you have none
and neither does this page
so
this page
is...

Date:	2004-03-23 00:22
Subject:	Like you have a answer to anything
Security:	Public
Mood:	restless
Music:	Ari Hest - Good Intentions / Splender - Only God Can Explain

Some people never love. Some people are never in love. Some people love from the outside. Some people spend so much time inside, they forget how to love. And then some bastard starts doing some of each and makes a gray area. No straight answers, sorry.

The only revelation is the complete lack of revelation.

If you ever take calculus, answers in life are like limits in calculus. The parabola is the question. The closer you get to a answer, the bigger the question gets. You'll never get to a answer, so calculus is pointless. By relation of metaphor, revelation is pointless, if we all agree that calculus is pointless. But to look for a answer for the need of revelation is pointless, so think what you will.

I have know answers for anyone. No one has the answers. Only the choices. Make your choice, get some more questions, and make another choice. Answers don't exsist, they're just a theroretical idea scientist made up to explain why they can't get laid. If they just accept that they don't have any idea why they don't get laid, maybe somebody would fuck 'um. But they think they know. Fuckin' know it alls. The don't even get the questions right.

This world is fucked. Honestly, every choice you make is fucked. The questions are designed that way. It's the beauty of god that no choice is a answer. They're all fucked, but you choose. You choose with your heart. If you do that, your life is fucked at the end of the day, but at least you aren't. So I'm answering your questions with the only thing I have, a question. What does your heart say. Choose that. Then give me a question. I like to know those. I care about those.

Shakespeare

A day and a song later:
I need more music. Gives me some questions.

Date:	2004-03-22 02:51
Subject:	Thoughts on starting a week
Security:	Public
Mood:	cold
Music:	My Bloody Valentine - To Here Knows When

Well, good news everybody. I hear Pabst Blue Ribbon, AKA the PBR, isn't going out of business afterall. In fact, they're making a strange and unforseen comeback. The old poor guy in the run down bar won't have to kill himself afterall, and I can still have a cold beer that tastes like a cold beer. Awesome.

In other news, I'm starting to lose faith in love. I've loved, and maybe once or twice have been in love. That's incredable compared to some of you though. Most of us don't even know what it is, and if I'm the only person holding on to a dream meant for two,what's the point? I'm getting really worried. Love's in need of love today, man. Sometime's, I see a couple of people in love, and it just hurts me to know that it's almost a given they'll break apart. It's like waiting for a bomb you turned on yourself. Why do we do this? This song I'm listening to is perfect for making love to. Not sex, making love. If you think you know what that is, put this on and try it. I don't believe you know. I don't think anyone does anymore. Maybe that explains it's ending...

I'm close to the 10,000 song mark on itunes. Wow. Please send me more neo soul, good trance (if you don't know, don't send), and new releases, I've been neglecting these areas as I have been collecting the history of rock. I just need someone in the know, tis all.

I'm tired of school. I want more. I want freedom. I want to create. I want to be around creators. I want to collaborate seriously. I want to get deep in it, live it. Live the art, breathe it like a sunrise. Anyone else interested in passion should contact me ASAP, we need to hang constantly, talk, and create something. I want to say something, looking for a artist with the same urge.

Seriously, it's getting warmer, but I'm still cold at night. If anyone feels the same way, let's help each other out. Waking up alone is starting to suck. Look at me wine, I'm such a loser. But I'm warm, so holla back.

Soon, I'm thinking about buying a new turntable, bike, and mp3 player. These seem to be critical to my stability at the moment. I could just go for the last two and get a really pimp ride like the summer, but I'm still not sure. I got a lot of records ya know, and some aging equipment. Plus there's the book, but that's another bag of worms. And where does the PBR fit in all of this? God, I hate money.

I think I'll sleep on the futon now. G night.

Shakespeare

Date:	2004-03-13 03:25
Subject:	A surprising spring break
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm
Music:	Sade - Tar Baby

So I stayed at the Green beast of East Lansing for break. True. But I did make the most of my time. Made some good friends (Cedric & Clyde = Good peoples), got a shitload of monopoly games off (free time put to good waste), got some much needed writing done (inspiration popping from the woodwork!), and made some serious cash at work (which will help come time for the Movement Festival in Detroit, can't miss it!). I'd say it was time well spent. I enjoyed it. Coming closer to writing basslines with words (start simple, then add twists as you go, it's a process). I feel good about my creative outlook. Good times. Love life is completely non-existent, but I think that may be the best thing of all. Time to write, sort out the things I've seen. Mend the old red ticker, make sure I'm keepin' friends instead of "women I'm talkin' to", cause that shit's played out like a 8 track! Somebody will find me, I never find anything I'm lookin' for anyways, so let me stop tryin' for a while. Unfortunatly, I might need a new record player soon. Something in my gut tells me this one's days are numbered, but that's just a feeling. No worries tho. I've fixed up the hookah, cleaned it up really nice, cleaned my desktop, overall just done some mild spring cleaning. I'm ready to ride out the rest of this year, see where it takes me. All is quite well. Sweetness...

Shakespeare

Date:	2004-03-02 16:10
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	drained
Music:	The Psychadelic Furs - Love My Way

I wish I knew what you're thinking...

Date:	2004-02-29 23:55
Subject:	Ahh, venice... (Inside joke for Indiana Jones fans, has nothing to do with entry)
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	Anita Baker - Rapture (the album)

I got done smoking the Hookah with a couple very good friends (Tobacco people, to-ba-cco, don't get and ideas {at least not today)) and after the last trail of smoke that left my lips, I started to think about all the women I know. Not attracted to, just know. I know some pretty cool women, damnit! Women that refuse to lock their personalities in whats expected of them. Some weird, crazy ass, scary motherfuckin' WOmen! And I mean that in the best way. Let me tell you a couple little short stories...

When I was a young buck, I hanged out with mostly a boys club (exceptions include the high school poetry click, Jovon back when we were little wee ones (who I haven't seen in ages) and the sixth grade tag crew (with a exception of bhooma, but that's way too complicated too hold against anybody. Teenagers.)). Yeah, we were some weird ass fuckers, and still are. We hung out a our houses, and as time went on we seemed to gather in basements, vans, and video rental stores. Everyone was family, everybodies family knew everyone elses, and they most likely hung out together as kids and even today. Most of us were in the same damn dance troupe, hated the same damn people, and loved the same damn people. The brotherhood was close, but it was definiatly a man's world. Nights spent playing monopoly, talking about girls, hitting each other in the shoulder (I'm gonna light UP Andrew's arm next time I see him!), playin mad video games, cooking up crazy ideas, and deciphering porn from those blue channels you wern't supposed to get. And the Meijer tag, god, those were good times. We, the boys, had some crazy times doing absolutly nothing at all. But in all honesty, I had know idea how it was on the other side of the fence. What the fuck were the girls doing to pass those hormone packed days?

My mother is a weird fuckin' lady. She comes from a weird fuckin' family. She has the best sence of humor. You could get a whoopin' from her, and then try your damnest not to laugh 2 minutes later when she's jokin' about lighten up yo ass. When I was little, on christmas my mother would secretly color in a coloring book of the nutcracker (we were in the ballet when I was 5). She would take so much care to make each picture absolutly perfect, then leave it for me to find the night before christmas and swear to god she didn't do it. I believed her til my twentieth birthday. My mother believed in believing. At different times in my life, I thought I was a venutian, grown man from the future, and could fly. All in some way related to my mom. Things could get really grim, but somehow we could have a crazy time, me and my mon, reading a comic, goin' to the movies, playin' trivia on the way to school, out on a picinic after kindergarden let out. Grandma thinks we're crazy. She's right.

My aunt has more sides than a circle. Most people write off circles as having no sides at all. I think most people think my aunt is just a butch lesbian. But circles are round not because they have no sides, but because they have a infinite amount of sides. My aunt has so many sides I'll never fully understand her, no matter how hard I try. She's a mother without a child (even tho she has me), a soul without a mate (today at least), a hermet without solitude (never seen anybody spend so much time alone), a artist without a canvas (don't need one, she's got houses), a wonder without a mystery (what you see is what you get). That last one might seem strange, but it's not. She's the most straight forward person I know. But the best hiding spot is in plain sight. Yeah, the mystery of my aunt is her lack of mystery. One of those people you have to see to believe, I guess.

So when I came to state, sure I had met women, but I couldn't ever claim to understand them. Still can't, but for a different reason. See, all the women ever worth talking to are like my mom. Like my aunt. Like people. Like me. A heart that believes, and a life with a million facets and more. In fact, I found that the same shit I did back home with the boys was the same shit women were doing all along. Just stupid shit to pass the time. Cause that's what people do. We live the best we can, and try to find the beauty in the little bit we got.

Sometimes, I hang out with friends, and somebody will make some lude comment about women, a woman, or some other weird shit. Shit, I've been known to be guitly of that from time to time myself. Women, this shit works both ways, cause I know you talk. I know cause people talk. Not because tits, dicks, pussies, or balls have tendances towards talking. People just talk, and we're all people. I think that gets lost too much. That's problably the one thing I've learned most in life, and if I'm wrong, I don't think I have to waste any more time living. But I believe I'm right, and in so many ways I can't even comprehend. So, hours after I've come down from a nice hookah buzz and started this entry, I finish it. People are people, people. And WOmen are beautiful people. Nothing complicated, just often missed.

Shakespeare

P.S. - Somewhere in this entry I was going to bring up a saying I picked up in life. "Never date a woman that won't shank you for crossing her". This is a little extreme, but not much. The idea of the submissive woman was something I wanted to hit on in this entry, and others as well. Women should only be compared to animals in one way, that they're wild. So a "bitch" they most certainly not, because a dog is tame. A WOman belongs to know one but herself. The saying should be "Never date a woman that NEEDS your sorry ass. Date someone that WANTS your sorry ass!" Women, same thing. But as I said earlier, I was just talking about women in general, and moreso people in general. Still, I thought this deserved a mention.

Shakespeare
(This is the end, I swear!)

Date:	2004-02-27 19:13
Subject:	The List
Security:	Public
Mood:	accomplished
Music:	The Clash - Straight To Hell

I've been preparing this entry for a week and a half now. This is a tenative list of all my records I've cataloged and cleaned. I still have a little over a crate to go through, but this is the best (and worst) of it. Some of it I'm extremely proud of, so not so much. Whatever, here it is:

Mint Contition:
Al Jarreau - Heart's Horizon
Alexander O'Neal - Hearsay
The Allman Brothers Band - Eat A Peach
Angela Bofill - The Best Of Anegla Bofill
Angela Bofill - Let Me Be The One
Anita Baker - Giving You The Best That I Got
Anita Baker - Rapture
Art Of Noise - Into Battle with the Art Of Noise
Atlantic Starr - All In The Name Of Love
Atlantic Starr - As The Band Turns
Bachman-Turner Overdrive - The Best Of B.T.O. (So Far)
The BeeGees - Children Of The World
Billy Ocean - Suddenly
Blue Oyster Cult - Agents Of Fortune
Blue Oyster Cult - Fire Of Unknown Origin
Blue Oyster Cult - Secret Treaties
The Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady
Cherrelle - High Priority
Cheryl Pepsii Riley - Me Myself and I
Chicago - Chicago (Disc 1)
The Clash - Combat Rock
The Cure - Galore
The Eagles - Their Greatest Hits: 1971 - 1975
Earth Wind & Fire - The Best Of: Vol. 1
Echo & The Bunnymen - Self-titled
The English Beat - Special Beat Service
Freddie Jackson - You Are My Lady
The Gap Band - Gap Band IV
Holly Near - Don't Hold Back
Ink & Dagger - Self-titled
Iron Butterfly - In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
Iron Maiden - Somewhere In Time
It's A Beautiful Day - Self-titled
Janet Jackson - Control
Jermaine Stewart - Frantic Romantic
Jim Croce - Life And Times
Jody Watley - Larger Than Life
Jonathan Butler - Self-titled
K.D. Lang & The Reclines - Absulute Torch and Twang
Kool & The Gang - Forever
Led Zeppelin - II
LeVert - The Big Throwdown
Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam with Full Force - Self-titled
Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam - Spanish Fly
Luther Vandross - The Best Of: The Best Of Love
Luther Vandross - Give Me The Reason
Luther Vandross - Never Too Much
Luther Vandross - The Night I Fell In Love
Lynyrd Skynyrd - One More From The Road
Madonna - Like a Virgin
Michael Bolton - The Hunger
Michael Jackson - Thriller
Michel'le - Self-titled
Midnight Star - Headlines
The Misfits - Self-titled
Natalie Cole - Everlasting
Patti LaBelle - Patti
Paula Abdul - Forever Your Girl
Pebbles - Mercedes Boy (Single)
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - All Souled Out
Peter Frampton - Frampton Comes Alive!
The Police - Outlandos d'Amour
The Police - Zenyatta Mondatta
Queen - Sheer Heart Attack
Queen - The Game
Regina Belle - Stay With Me
REO Speedwagon - Hi InFidelity
Roxy Music - Manifesto
Roxy Music - Siren
Sade - Diamond Life
Sade - Promise
Santana - Marathon
Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends
Simon & Garfunkel - Wednesday Morning, 3am
Sly & The Family Stone - Anthology
Soundtrack - Against All Odds
Spencer Davis Group - Best Of The Spencer Davis Group
Squeeze - Sweets From A Stranger
Stephanie Mills - Home
Stevie Wonder - Songs In The Key Of Life
Sybil - Self-titled
Teddy Pendergrass - Heaven Only Knows
Thursday - Full Collapse
The Time - Jerk Out (Single)
Tina Turner - Private Dancer
Tracy Chapman - Self-titled
Trouble Funk - Drop The Bomb
U2 - The Joshua Tree
The Unifics - Sittin' in at The Court Of Love
Wham! - Make It Big
The Whispers - Just Gets Better With Time
Whitney Houston - Whitney
The Who - Tommy
Yes - 90125

Playable Contition:
Al Jarreau - Look to the rainbow (live in Europe)
Al Jarreau - This Time
Alexander O'Neal - Self-titled
Alphonso Johnson - Spellbound
Aretha Franklin - Who's Zoomin' Who?
Bette Midler - Beaches
Billy Ocean - Love Zone
Bob James - Touchdown
Bob James & Earl Klugh - One on One
Bobby Caldwell - Bobby Caldwell
The Brothers Johnson - Blast!
Cameo - Word Up!
Cat Stevens - Foreigner
The Commodores - Live!
Deniece Williams - Let's Hear It For The Boy!
Deniece Williams - Let's hear it for the boy! (Single)
Diana Ross - The Boss
Diana Ross - Diana (Scratched)
Earl Klugh - Heart String
Earth Wind & Fire - All 'N All
Elton John - Self-titled
Elton John - Captain Fantastic & The Brown Dirt Cowboy
The Four Tops - Four Tops Now
Hubert Laws - Say it with silence
James Brown - Sex Machine
James Ingram - Never Felt So Good
Jackie Wilson - Do Your Thing
Jody Watley - Self-titled
Karyn White - Self-titled
Kool & The Gang - Celebrate! (Scratched)
Led Zepplin - Zoso
Locksmith - Unlock The Funk (Scratched)
Marvin Gaye - Here, my dear
Marvin Gaye - I Want You
Marvin Gaye & Diana Ross - Diana & Marvin
Merge - Self-titled
Midnight Star - Victory
Millie Jackson - Caught Up (Scratched)
Narada Michael Walden - Looking At You, Looking At Me
Noel Pointer - Calling
Noel Pointer - Hold-On
O'Jays - Travelin' at the speed of thought
Patrice Rushen - Watch Out!
Patti LaBelle - Winner In You
Prince - Around The World In A Day
Prince & The Revolution - Purple Rain
Phoebe Snow - Phoebe Snow
Ray, Goodman & Brown - Self-titled
Ready For The World - Self-titled (Scratched)
Regina Belle - All By Myself
Rene & Angela (Winbush) - Street Called Desire
Richard Pryor - Wanted: Live In Concert (Disc 1 scratched)
Rick James & The Stone City Band - Come Get It!
Roberta Flack - First Take
Roy Ayers - You Send Me
Smokey Robinson - Where There's Smoke...
Soundtrack - Beverly Hills Cop
Soundtrack - Car Wash (Side one and four)
Soundtrack - The Wiz (Scratched)
The Spinners - Happiness Is Being With The Spinners (Scratched)
Stanley Clarke - Journey To Love
The Stylistics - Let's Put It All Together (Scratched)
Trouble Funk - Saturday Night Live! (Scratched)

Cleaning Needed:
Diana Ross - Anthology Diana

Damaged:
The Gap Band - Gap Band IV
George Benson - Breezin'
Chicago - Chicago (Disc 2)
Al Green - I'm Still In Love With You