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Record Store Day – This Saturday, April 16th


                Back in 2008, to capture the vinyl junkie’s small fragile heart a couple of record store owners came together. Profits were down at their shoeboxes adjacent to a Kinko’s or FedEx. They needed to create a day which would be guaranteed to have music lovers of the vinyl persuasion come on in and purchase delectable vinyl. In order for the plan to be a success, they would need a little help from the outside. 

                Now we have been granted the day dedicated to record stores, April 16th. It is no mistake that it isn’t far from 4/20, record store owners know their audiences. They know those kids are going to need their late 70s dub reggae records a few days before they hit the supermarket for stoner food. Besides, that audience usually is made up of those who receive subsidies from their parents as they are generally in undergrad. 

                Undergrads trying to show themselves as being sophisticated is only part I of the formula. Part II revolves around the older, vinyl-obsessed junkies. The ones who loved vinyl so much they moved out to the suburbs and had it as siding for their house. Older vinyl fans generally have the money necessary to indulge in a one-a-year splurge, whereas I’m cool with getting my music in digital form and carrying it around on a thing known as a “MP3 Player”. MP3 players give listeners the ease to carry around vast, perhaps unhealthy amounts of music without building upper body strength like vinyl record crates do. 

                Finally there are the collectors. Collectors are overwhelmed by the sheer amount of ‘limited editions’ that are on offer for this day. While you’d think collectors would be vinyl junkies, there are certain differences. Generally speaking, collectors are the ones who put this stuff up on Ebay for some unreasonable sum they know true lovers will pay. While this dark path has tempted me as it has countless music fans, I’ve resisted its siren call. Sure, it creates a steady source of income and John Fahey survived for a while selling obscure records, but it takes away the joy from the product itself. Instead, it treats music more as a commodity and less as a thing of enjoyment. 

                Perhaps the entire record store day takes the concept of commodity fetishizing to a whole new level. They reach people who normally would be immune to such blatant attempts to get more of things they may or may not need. Simply the joy of owning becomes more important than the sound. Getting that 7 of Radiohead or LCD Soundsytem or Regina Spektor (someone I’ve been told I’d like but have yet to get into) becomes a bigger goal than wondering if the music contained isn’t just a cheap ploy to get some quick money while appearing to have an alternative view on musical culture. Vinyl tends to sell best with the most popular bands anyway, as the initial production of the vinyl can get costly. So while you’d think your local great band would have vinyl, most of the time it is some dreadful band (Guns N’ Roses being one example) who sells most of the stuff. In the rare chance a great unknown band does have the funds, more power to them. But such an instance is somewhat rare. 

                I’d say this would create a conundrum for countless individuals. I’m not one of those individuals, vinyl records remain the last vestiges of musical snobbery I have not yet indulged in yet. Having so little space is a factor. Since I like to share what I listen to, I guess vinyl doesn’t really offer me the opportunity to convert others to this or that band. For that, I use an IPOD.

                Whatever your opinion, have a happy record store day! Perhaps I’ll see you at Other Music. .For I'm ambivalent about the day itself, record stores are great way to meet new people and discover new bands.

Listening to Music to take Music to.


I stood in my natural habitat. Fluorescent light shone brightly, doing a good job approximating actual sunlight. Dub Reggae emanated from the speakers, giving the small room a tropical vibe. 

Each record I saw I explained to my friend standing next to me. Bizarrely, a few random people asked me for help, like I worked in the place. Having that small acknowledgment was nice, I’m happy to explain the joys of Slint’s Spiderland any day of the week. Everyone should learn about the alternative to the Seattle scene, the Louisville, KY scene in the early 90s. 

I wonder how much longer my musical addiction, affliction last for? I’ve seen all the movies that try to give me some sort of reasonable answer and I’m worried. None of those movies seem to depict me at all. There barely seems to be a movie based off of musical addictions occurring digitally. It always is focused on some record store or being in a band, etc. Physical stores aren’t things that really exist anymore, sorry “High Fidelity”. As cool as you appeared to be in the movies, most people don’t start record stores anymore. Excluding a few beautiful, lovely stores like Other Music, they largely have fallen by the wayside. 

Greenberg worries me a bit more. Rather than show musical addiction as something to be celebrated, like High Fidelity did, it shows the downside. Instead of connecting to others through his musical interests, Greenberg ends up getting lost inside his own head. Each time he makes a reference, nobody gets it. I tried explaining my worry about this happening to a friend and he told me “Don’t worry; I don’t get your references even now”. So thanks for that vote of confidence. 

Greenberg’s 40 and completely aimless. After breaking up his own band out of idealism, he can barely connect to those few people in his life that he should. Perhaps what happens after being so hopeful is an eventual burnout. It doesn’t happen instantly. Time passes and slowly joy for the new fades, like how Bedhead sings “But this year I think I’d rather be a relic/than part of the present”. I’ve often had rooftop discussions with those lamenting the better, older music, and how “nothing good happens anymore”. Lately I’m growing weary of the negativity to some degree, since I think music is one of my purest joys, unaltered by anything overwhelmingly awful. 

 When does that point come though, of pure musical weariness, of that yearning for the old? That ought to be something I can prepare for, like having an IPOD on you at all times in case of emergency. If you need to ask what sort of emergency, you’re probably not that big of a music snob. I should have some delicious, gross junk food near me for when that happens, like Pizza Combos or Lindt Dark Chocolate. 

There’s so much research to do for music too. Sure, it has become easier to read reviews, and compare various sites with one other, to get a better idea of who suits your interests. Entire sites equally divvy up amounts of “buzz”, trying to cool your interests hip and relevant. And before you say that “Oh, people just get a general idea from them” I’ve been to parties where people read Pitchfork so religiously that they know exactly what score each and every album got for the past year, even albums they never actually listened to. 

Finally, to give some sort of closure, I wonder about how people treat me. Am I just a curiosity, reeling off bands like a catalog, complete with blurbs for each, or am I a human being? Or am I slowly losing myself in the midst of so much sounds, so much music, that I become a musical Slothrop? That I constantly seek out that perfect album, that perfect music. That each morning I wake up, check Boomkat, check Pitchfork, check Tiny Mixtapes, and check various blogs, etc. looking for my 00000. People try to help me with this problem, with this search, trying to drag back into working, but I might just go down one of those creative routes, never to return. 

We’ll see, hopefully this will help those who wonder the same thing as they endlessly spew out musical references, sorting through the thousands upon thousands of songs, looking for that special one. Perhaps the same could be said for people too, you know, the whole “Special Someone” bit. 

But no matter what, Other Music, right near Cooper Union, you’ll always be forever loved in my heart.