Probably should have posted about this before today, but I cheesed. I miss the days of the local record store. Granted, most of my memories stem from the record stores I went to in college, but I will always remember the excitement of buying a new 45 or LP and hearing that weird pop when you put the needle on the record.
I recall riding my bike out to Ben Franklin as a kid because there wasn't anywhere else close by where you could get music. I bought everything from Shaun Cassidy to The Go-Go's to REO Speedwagon out there. My favorite record store in college was a place called Record Swap. The first few times I went in I felt as if I was the dorkiest person there. Everyone else seemed soooo much cooler and knew so much more about music than I did. It was full of all the music I was just getting exposed to and it was intimidating. But, they had several cats that would sit on top of the albums and would lounge while you flipped through discs with one hand and petted them with the other.
I recall, and deeply miss, slip cue-ing records while I worked at WPGU. I vividly remember my hands shaking as I cued up my first record the first time I was on the "real" radio station as opposed to the one that was only available through the dorms. I remember having to perfectly time turning the volume up on one turntable while simultaneously turning down the other while also letting go of the rotating record I'd cued up that was going to play next. There is something intoxicating to me about the feel of a record.
If you have the chance, go support your local record store. If not, dig out some old LP's and put them on and remember. Or, if you're lucky, you can go put on something new...like say, In Rainbows, and remembering won't be that hard.
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