The other year I tried to write a poem — this year I wrote a blog. Well. April 19th was Record Store Day, that international 3rd-Saturday-of-April festival that celebrates the independently-owned record store and all those cool enough to know where the nearest independently owned record store is located.
Begun in 2007 in an effort to fly in the face of the cold-hearted efficiency of downloading music from Itunes and the overwhelming monotony of Wal-Mart’s Electronics Department decor, this event celebrates uniqueness, grassroots values, and community . . . those things and hipsters, too.
Hipsters . . . meh.
I mean, not all of us have the expendable income (not to mention time) to be fashion-forward and show up early on a Saturday morning at the clearly coolest place in town ready to buy over-priced novelty recordings from the B-sides of our favorite bands (old and new) and meet some of the most interesting people in the community and maybe even a rock star. Some of us have yards to mow and dogs to walk and a kid to potty train and a record collection that was begun (way before it was cool) in order to fill a deep emotional deficit that could not be put into words but could be somewhat approximated by several forms of musicality … (inhale) … that is now mostly gathering dust. Some of us have regrets, okay, which is a very good reason to collect, whereas “hangin’ ten” with the cool kids (or whatever the cool kids call that now) is a very bad reason to collect.
Regrets, you ask? Yeah, regrets, like …
Not being old enough (or evidently cool enough) to have appreciated the range of Marc Bolan’s career and collected his albums before they were reissues and not knowing how to pronounce ciao and … never quite being diligent enough to get together enough allowance to purchase a Voltron action figure before they were insanely priced collector’s items …
I’m not an angry person, I’m a librarian. I keep track of things.
Everyday should be Record Store Day because independently owned record stores are about second chances! And our lives should be about second chances! And grassroots community values! And hipsters! (meh.) We all need second chances as evidenced by the fact that you just realized it was Record Store Day the other day as you began to read this blog today (like this blog entry which is late but still getting published) so, don’t wait till next year, go find the nearest independently owned record store and support them with your allowance! Or in other words, cut off regret at its roots and LIVE YOUR DREAMS TODAY!