The Christian record market of the 60′s and 70′s was an odd phenomenon – to say the least. If you had something to say or a family you thought could sing, well dammit, make a record about it, slap a shitty picture on it and call it good. Thousands of records were produced on small labels, most likely owned by churches, sold to parishioners and not to too many others. They have made their way into Goodwill and Salvation Army record bins the world over, reaching more people than ever, and are for the most part, unintentionally hilarious. Though I’ve bought a number of these I’ve never listened to a single one, though I would give “No Crippled Girls in Heaven” by Lanita Eversole a spin.
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