The Rich Girls Are Weeping

19 July 2006

Dear Sasha Frere-Jones:

I'm writing this in response to this article, and your requests for testimonials.

I'm just speaking for myself here, and my cohort Pinkie has her own tales of record-store lurkings, but I just wanted to let you know that I am that rare creature: A girl, chatty and sociable, who hangs out in record stores. I stopped to think about this recently, and realized I've done this since I was in high school. I've never once been in a kerfuffle with a music retail drone (though I did snap at a boy in a comic book store once who was being a total mysogynist asshat, but that was years ago...). To the contrary, and this is just one example: I remember disarming one extremely cute clerk at a store in my hometown once -- drumming my recently-acquired acrylic nail set on the glass display counter and moistening my rouged lips -- slowly, mind you -- at occasional intervals, in what I hoped was a sexy affectation, patiently explaining to him the merits of mid-career Roxy Music. It worked. I was drunk on that power for days.

There were other stores; the five independents (not to mention the Tower Records outlet) within walking distance of the University of Texas in the mid-90's (they're all gone now). All the boys (because yes, no girls worked in the shops, though there was occasionally one behind the counter at the Tower, but she just ran the register, the "real" experts were always at the customer service counter) knew my name, and they'd always pull out something from behind the counter that they'd saved for me, as most were used-CD and record emporiums with an extremely high turnover of merchandise. I never thought I was special, but I guess maybe I was? Had I tamed the savage music retail beast with my eager smiles and encyclopedic brain?

[interlude: spoon -- anything you want, which namechecks austin's much-mourned sound exchange]

These days, I'm lucky to be able to shop at two great stores in Austin, End of an Ear and Waterloo -- and there's others where I'm equally comforable: Friends of Sound, DJ Dojo, BackSpin Records, Snake Eyes Vinyl. End of an Ear is my favorite -- the owners formerly had another store that was also a hallowed haunt, 33 Degrees, where clerks would lovingly mock your purchases and rib your sub-par taste. I stop at End of an Ear for no reason and every reason as it's very near my house -- and the highest honor was afforded me the other Saturday afternoon, when the owner asked me to recommend a few items for a customer with very specific needs. I felt like I'd been initiated into some special secret organization.

I also occasionally shop at record shops in NYC. I love Kim's and Downtown Music Gallery and Etherea, but mostly I only go to Other Music on Sundays. See, an old friend is usually "the asshole at the door" Sunday afternoons, and since I'm not a regular there yet, I need the other clerks to see that I know him so they'll take me seriously. You may laugh, but such are the subtleties of music store clerk relations. (Of course, you can also go the route of buying some weird, rare vinyl, or asking them to get something cherished out of the case or off a high shelf, but then you have to be ready to discuss said item. And possibly defend it. And possibly be ready to stay in said shop for a few hours whilst doing so.)

I have a point here: It seems to me that the independent record store's death has been widely reported for years, but still they manage persist. The death knells came from MTV, the big box store, now it's iTunes and illegal downloading. Yet the stalwarts hang on, thank goodness. Then again, I know I'm just lucky to live in a city that can support a goodly number of music retailers. Yes, I download and can chat music esoterica with people around the world, but nothing, nothing, nothing will ever replace holding a long-sought after record in my hands, discussing it with someone who, yes, will gladly take my money and enable my bad habit, but who is also a fellow collector, a fellow total super music nerd.

Long live music retail, may it not fade too soon.

Best,
Cindy Hotpoint

5 Comments:

Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

SIX record stores within walking distance! System-7 was in that weird, low-ceilinged, barely semi-airconditioned metal building sort of behind and to the east of Dobie. Finding it is sort of like finding the Thai Noodle House that's sort of over behind and to the west of Little City. (BTW...that deleted comment was me...since I obviously can't type while watching So You Think You Can Dance.)

Wednesday, July 19, 2006 8:53:00 PM  
Anonymous wendy said...

THAT was an amazing post!

Rock Chick saves the day.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006 9:48:00 PM  
Blogger themightypam said...

I loved that post! I am a indie record store clerk (part time these days) and it has always depressed me how few women shop for records (well, I am single). In six years in record shops I have only worked with 2 women. It's a dpressingly male-orientated/dominated world. You girls need to break down the door. I'd help, except I'm on the other side of the Atlantic.
Sadly the store I currently work in isn't all that hot so i think it's on its way out. Indie stores will die if they're in not prepared to try harder (plenty fall into that category here in England) and some will go under anyway. I think stores in cities are safe so long as they work at it. It's sad for me cos I live nowhere near a city! anyway, i'm rambling...

Great Post!

Thursday, July 20, 2006 5:44:00 AM  
Blogger chacal la chaise said...

three cheers for your post and a fond rememberance of all of us perusing the stacks at the now defunct technophilia (and i still have their bumper sticker on my french ribbon board.

now there could come a time when the record shop goes the way of the typewriter repair place (longlive my little black corona.) but it won't be anytime soon as long as belts run turntables to spin those pvc discs that enable needles to travel the carved grooves of that wonder called a vinyl record.

and i apologise for my deletion. seems i can't type and think about my 80 year-old big band maven father at the same time. yesterday we talked at length about various locations the record department had at his long-gone place of employment. dad, this one's for you.

lastly, a shout out to all that music in elp and its owner's efforts to sell dvds with vinyl and cds (glory road for $19.66 during june. how cool is that--an eastside homeboy and ex-dj still keeping alive his record store for over 25 years?) which, i might add, began when the radio station he worked for changed format--to talk radio, of course. clever guy, he bought the station's inventory and created the "mother dough" for his shop.

Thursday, July 20, 2006 1:48:00 PM  
Anonymous kristin said...

One of my happiest memories of ACL last summer was hearing some fans in the crowd yell "Sound Exchange... SOUND EXCHANGE!" at Britt Daniel as a request for "Anything You Want."

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 9:44:00 PM  

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