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What do you call 1965’s Hundred Dollar Week-end? A “stag record”? A “blue album”? Did it come as a brown paper parcel you had to ask the clerk for at the counter? Would it be comme il faut to play this at a swinging coed party, or did one beat off to it alone in the garage at three in the morning?

Mystery surrounds the LP. Its fifteen-minute sides hold only this: waves crashing, lounge music on the hi-fi, bedsprings creaking, and a woman moaning with pleasure. Okay, there’s some coughing, laughing, and smoking, and I won’t tell you what happens when the phone finally rings toward the end of side two, but that’s the entire track sequence for this particular product. When you’re done listening to it, you’ll feel like, uh, a hundred dollars.

Hundred Dollar Week-end was the only LP ever issued by Trick Records, whose art department left no doubt about the intended audience of their “FOR BACHELORS ONLY” release. With a catalog number ending in “007,” its cover starlet, loosely draped in a man’s shirt, beckoning from her stool at a beach house bar, the sleeve screamed:

YOU ARE THERE…IT’S THE WILDEST!
A ROLLICKING FROLICKING BALL BY THE SEA—

A BOLD ADVENTURE INTO THE REALM OF ESOTERIC HI FIDELITY

Having enjoyed a few $100 weekends myself, I find it difficult to imagine that amount of money evoking wealth and leisure, but I guess back then “a dollar was worth a dollar.” An average month’s rent was a little over $100 in 1965. And speaking of inflation, a hopeful Amazon seller is asking $200 for this album—double the price of the fantasy call girl beach vacation of which this is a mere audio representation! What’s a tape of The $20,000 Pyramid set you back in Paul Ryan’s America, a hundred million dollars?—while below, YouTube user Marshall & c.o., who uploaded this rip, seems to have overvalued the tryst by a factor of 10,000.