So last weekend was my beloved Record Store Day. Normally a day of general joy for vinylphiles like myself, in Nashville it is nothing short of a frenzy, with Grimey's Records leading the charge of shows and screenings and lines around the block.
Third Man was naturally also insane due to inclimate weather forcing the rescheduling of Jerry Lee Lewis, as well as the fact that they are pretty much a porn store for completist record collectors. But I was cold and tired and not really into dealing with all that mess. I, being the resourceful and lucky charmer that I am, got a young man to pick up my desirables, the (limited to 1000 copies) mono version of The International Submarine Band and a Velvet Underground 7". Subpop released a sweet compilation I got, as did many other smaller companies. There were free shows from some of my favorites including Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit and Hunx and his Punx. Hell I can only imagine who was at Amoeba in LA. I have to say, this has become one of my favorite holidays. The idea of a day specifically to celebrate the dying greatness that is your local record store is amazing and long overdue. Yes, you can download pretty much everything, including the rarities specifically released on Record Store Day. But what can compare to the actual feel of a new record in your hand? To colored or marbled and numbered vinyl? A gorgeous picture disc? A shitty quality MP3? Hell no. And the sound of a record, even a scratched record with it's crackling and popping, is just...more special I guess? Regardless, it's the sound for me.
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