I am looking for a home for 80 pounds of Broadway musicals. 
When my neighbors moved to Florida, they offered me all their LPs. I couldn’t say no. I strained my back moving maybe 200 pounds of classical and Broadway music onto our shelves. But after five years of never listening to the music, and then finding that my turntable is broken, I am giving up.
I gave all the classical music to a new friend (who immediately afterward went bankrupt, and had to move back to Detroit to work in his father’s autoparts business … I didn’t ask whether all those albums made it into the UHaul).
The records are wonderful: original casts from the great shows. I’m keeping only “My Fair Lady,” because it’s the same album my parents had when I was little. As I kid my image of God came from the album cover, which shows a bald, bearded God working marionette strings controlling Rex Harrison, who is working marionette strings controlling Julie Andrews. I later learned that this album God was Bernard Shaw, but my subconscious is stuck with this white, genial deity.
I could try eBay, but I don’t care about getting money for the records. I’d rather give them away to a good home. At least, a home where I won’t know if they throw the LPs away. They might, depending how God works their strings.
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