Cool undated article here at MSN.com about the demise of the independent record store. The money quote comes from Jim Otto at the expense of the Iggles, my favorite bloated rock-and-roll punching bag. Jim owns the Laguna Beach music store Sound Spectrum:
This article prompted a Proustian moment for me, sending me back to the mid-80s when I lived in Boston. I would spend an entire Saturday afternoon prowling record stores in Cambridge and Kenmore Square and it was always a blast. It all came back: that smell of musty cardboard, the grumpy clerks, not to mention the ever-present dust and grime that made you look like a coal miner exiting a mine shaft when you finally extricated yourself from the store.
Online buying has never been a satisfactory replacement for me as it lacks the same tactile and sensory stimulation that comes from spending hours browsing a well-stocked record store. Luckily, here in the D.C. metro area we still have Joe's Record Paradise, so I can get my vinyl fix whenever I want, but I wonder how long they will hold on.
So, what cool record stores are still around where you live?
For a musical interlude while you are thinking, here's the aptly-named Records with a clip I'd not seen before: