I made a trip to Plan 9 Richmond yesterday in what was supposed to be absolutely my last hoo-rah for the year. I couldn't in good conscience end the year with that sad outing to Plan 9 Harrisonburg. And, give me the time off work, what else am I really going to do? I'd say it was pretty successful, I walked out with 28 records. Nothing mind-blowing, though I did pick up a couple Elvis records that I don't already have. Most of the rest of it was out of the R&B/Soul dollar bins. Like I say, nothing life-altering, but definitely a lot that I'm excited to listen to. Already I've listened to Minnie Riperton's Perfect Angel and it is a thousand times better than I expected, and I expected pretty good things from it. Amazing album. (I think later tonight or tomorrow I'll put up a post with some reasoning as to why Plan 9 Richmond must surely be the greatest record store in the universe. I can think of very few ways to improve on it.) So, add those 28 to the 6 or 7 I got between Christmas and while I was away (and It's Too Late To Stop Now came in the mail today) and I had some listening to do, certainly enough to keep me busy until, say, January 2nd. Right?
Apparently wrong. Earlier today I went to the Salvation Army looking for some shelves. I've got a little bit of a desperate shelving situation going on and records are extending out onto the floor right now. Anyway, no shelves. But I was impressed they were open on New Year's Eve regular hours, so I thought I'd do some looking around, and walked out with 8 more records. 50 cents each, no chance I was leaving them behind, including a copy of Jr. Walker and the All Stars Play Shotgun that is in unbelievable shape, and which I am playing right now and it is ear-sexingly good. It never ends! But now I seriously need to take a break from buying records, because it is not only going to deplete my monies but it's taking up way too much of my time lately. Not that I'm abandoning the records completely, not at all. Because I still need to solve this shelving problem. And since I can't seem to find what I really want anywhere, I think I'm going to have a go at making them myself.
ear-sexingly = wonderful phrase that I must remember.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about needing a break. I too have dropped way too much of the precious monies on records lately.
My favorite record store now goes to Last Vestige in Albany. Filled lots of holes in my collection and will continue to the next time I get back.
Listening to The Gold Experience right now. It sounds absolutely unbelievable. And the gold discs are ecstasy for the eyes. You might even say eye-sexingly good.
Best thing about record shopping is the amount of new music to listen to. It makes me ever so happy.
How terrible was New Year's Rockin' Eve this year?! Is it mandatory that the Jonas Bros. show up? WORTHLESS.