Welcome to part two of Getting To Know Sly Authors.  We’re excited to share our passion with you through articles, album tips, and more.   These articles will give some insight into what makes the Sly Authors tick and learn a bit more about what vinyl means to them.  So, without further ado, let’s get to know the man, the myth, the Hamptonio… David Hampton!

Name: I’m David Hampton. Not the David Hampton that invented the Furby or the con artist who convinced a group of wealthy Manhattanites that he was Sidney Poitier’s son, charming them out of money, housing and food and eventually getting caught, inspiring a film about his exploits starring Will Smith. No, I’m a different David Hampton.
Location: Austin. Horrific property taxes, soul-crushing traffic jams, brisket tacos.
Sly Author: 3+ Years
Turntable: A shiny red Pro-ject Debut III. Saving up for an upgrade soon, though. The Rega tables make my mouth water.
Follow Me: Instagram I just started this one, dedicating it strictly to vinylporn.

We all seem to have that one person who helped introduce us to new cool music when we were younger (an older sibling, the cool kid in the neighborhood, etc.). Who was that person for you? Is there a particular artist they introduced you to in your formative years?

When I was 16, my parents moved across town and I had to switch schools. I didn’t know more than a handful of people, but the idea of starting over kinda freed me to just be myself. I embraced my weird side pretty quick thanks to another new kid in my grade named Gavin who had moved from Seattle. It was 1997, and by the end of the first week, he had given me Air’s “Moon Safari”, Daft Punk’s “Homework”, Beck’s “Odeley” and VHS copies of “Taxi Driver” and “Kids”. That was the starting pistol.

In the spirit of the movie High Fidelity… What are your top 5 desert island albums?

I wake up after being washed ashore, coughing up leftover water from my lungs, with no recollection of how I got there: Boards of Canada – Music Has the Right to Children

It’s been a few days, I’m starving and thirsty, and I’m beginning to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to die soon: Nick Drake – Pink Moon

Eureka! I stumble upon an old wooden chest full of bottled water, whiskey, a carton of smokes and Spicy Nacho Doritos: The Pogues – Rum, Sodomy and the Lash

Months have passed. The island and I have become one conscousness. We understand each other’s pains, regrets, dreams and aspirations: My Bloody Valentine – Loveless

Five years have slipped away. I’m laying in the sand, a cool breeze runs along my torn and malnourished viscera. Suddenly, I hear the sound of helicopter blades spinning furiously and a blinding bright light is cast upon me. I laugh. There’s no helicopter. My heart begins to let go as I float towards the light: Alessandro Cortini – Forse 2

How did you get into collecting vinyl?

In 2001, vinyl was cheaper than CDs. That’s about the extent of it here. No magical tails about the warmth of analog or the purity of tangible media. I wasn’t taking a stand against the Napsters of the internet, I wasn’t searching for authenticity. I walked into a record store called Sound Exchange on the UT campus and saw a copy of the Sex Pistols’ debut album displayed on a shelf for $15. Right next to it was Ja Rule’s “Pain is Love” CD for $20. Take a guess what I chose.

What’s your white whale/holy grail album?

Right now, I’m after the original UK mono pressing of The Zombies’ “Odessey and Oracle” on CBS Records. It’s perfection on every level. You know it, and I need it.

What’s the most prized record of your collection?

I have an original white label promotional copy of Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue”. She’s the cabinet whiskey that you only take out on special occasions. She’s the red dress in the closet that comes out when it’s time to close the deal. She’s the fine china, the Cuban cigar, the gunmetal cufflinks. Y’dig?

What’s on your turntable regularly these days?

My wife’s parents gave us a copy of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.” My two kids want to listen to that daily, and I oblige because that’s what dads do. Once the new King Gizzard album is delivered, though, all bets are off.