"Good fucking riddance"? Seems a bit reductive, no? What was that? A conclusion, a flare sent up in the sky, a collated guess? An angry burp?
In the service of answering these questions (perhaps a banal idea to begin with), I wrote down something about every record store I've ever frequented with any regularity, a task that became less engaging the longer it went on. (One-off visits while out of town on tour or vacation were not included.) I will post it below, soon. I think the easily-predicted punchline will go a little something like this: "Pleasant record store people are pleasant. We miss those people."Posted by Sasha at July 24, 2006 11:27 AM | TrackBack