Record Store Day
Where to start?
It's an event bathed in a certain smugness, grounded in a misdirected elitism and contrary to everything that made Record Shops essential.
If the business (urghh-punk blinkers) wants to save the handful of shops left, as the bolted horse canters into the distance, I would suggest exclusive releases all year.
Once upon a time there was a chain with no name who did this. It worked.
Next!
Tarting up old records. Coloured vinyl, 180grm, mono replica, export sleeve, box, poster et al.
Hammer that nail in!
Record Shops were (I use the past tense advisedly) about NOW!
About kids, pocket money, smells, cooler older swines, hunting, tribes.
All Record Store Day has is in common is the fetishisation of the object; an activity which occupied the fringes of the bread and butter of Record Shops.
Middle aged men with disposable incomes queuing at 6am to buy a record they already own for a hugely inflated price (and those prices are now firmly ridiculous)?
The money rattling into the coffers of the multinationals who foreclosed on shops you loved?
A vanity exercise in assumed cool in the few cities left with shops?
It's over friends.
Pop isn't important . This is unhealthy...
a wannabe Paul Morley writes.....
Record Store Day
Where to start?
It's an event bathed in a certain smugness, grounded in a misdirected elitism and contrary to everything that made Record Shops essential.
If the business (urghh-punk blinkers) wants to save the handful of shops left, as the bolted horse canters into the distance, I would suggest exclusive releases all year.
Once upon a time there was a chain with no name who did this. It worked.
Next!
Tarting up old records. Coloured vinyl, 180grm, mono replica, export sleeve, box, poster et al.
Hammer that nail in!
Record Shops were (I use the past tense advisedly) about NOW!
About kids, pocket money, smells, cooler older swines, hunting, tribes.
All Record Store Day has is in common is the fetishisation of the object; an activity which occupied the fringes of the bread and butter of Record Shops.
Middle aged men with disposable incomes queuing at 6am to buy a record they already own for a hugely inflated price (and those prices are now firmly ridiculous)?
The money rattling into the coffers of the multinationals who foreclosed on shops you loved?
A vanity exercise in assumed cool in the few cities left with shops?
It's over friends.
Pop isn't important . This is unhealthy...