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IN PRAISE OF THE GLORIOUS RECORD SHOPPE

faked by Friday, January 21st, 2011

There was Noise in Birmingham, with Girls Can Tell playing in the background while the owner insisted “even if you don’t like their early stuff this is dynamite.” MQ in Jackson with its Coltrane and Flaming Lips and frankly odd Veedon Fleece fixation (I still have it, of course). Wuxtry in Athens with that signed One Beat poster for like four bucks. Propagandhi and a Gossip in-store at the Criminal in Little Five Points. That place in New Orleans I can’t remember (not the Tower). All the Camelots & Soundshops & TapeTowns (I made that last one up) filled with miles of magnetic ribbon and MADE IN JAPAN Cure singles.

NAG CHAMPA, NAG CHAMPA,
you all reek of nag champa, vinyl &
peppermint, plus
that sweet chemical grape smell
of a brand-new cassette,
Charlemagne,
Goner,
Shangri-La, I love you all.

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2 Responses to “IN PRAISE OF THE GLORIOUS RECORD SHOPPE”

  1. nolen says:
    January 21, 2011, at 8:13 pm

    Love it, brother. We need to hit that little place up again soon. Hey, I’m heading to Nola next weekend. Where do you recommend?

  2. bulb says:
    January 22, 2011, at 11:34 am

    Old School malldom would have been Record Bar or Peaches Record and Tapes!