It’s Record Store Day, what are some of your favorite memories at your local record store?

Leisure Landing

In 2017 someone was making a doc about that scene:

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Those Chimes Street Punks

A new documentary revisits Baton Rouge’s vital punk scene

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Rebecca Hamilton and Bennet Rhodes both spent their formative years hanging out on Chimes Street near LSU, soaking up the sounds of a new form of music called punk rock.

Decades later—with the Northgate area all but neutered by urban development and chain restaurants—the two are collaborating on a documentary, Red Stick Punk, about the ‘seventies and ‘eighties, when Baton Rouge had a vital punk scene.

Before they began working together, Hamilton and Rhodes were separately documenting Baton Rouge’s punk era, which Rhodes dates to roughly 1970 through the early 1990s. “I had been carrying a notebook around,” said Hamilton. “When I ran into someone from that scene, I would make a note about what they’re doing now related to music or what they were doing back in the day. The notebook was just sort of ideas for the documentary.

“Around 2013 some people I knew from that time passed away, which happens to every generation. There comes a point where people your own age start to pass away, and it makes you think about everything that goes away with them. I started to feel a greater sense of urgency to tell our story.

“I love music documentaries, especially docs on punk rock. About 2012 or ‘13 I thought, ‘Our story is better than this. We have a story to tell.’

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Along with highly discounted new releases, Peaches Records sold those lp size peach crates to store, stack or move your records in. I still have a couple of them.

I was a HS Sophomore, I was at that show. I remember Eddie had just gotten arrested for spitting on a bouncer in the FQ. He invited everybody in the front row to spit on him on stage.

Oh man, I have some great memories. In the early seventies, I was 14-15 yrs old and all of the record stores were head shops. All had a heavy smell of incense and they all sold dirty posters. I would spend over an hour at Mushroom Records on Broadway. every employee seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of modern music. And they all looked high as hell.

I can't really think of some specific memory, but I do get some occasional nostalgic pangs, thinking back to how much I enjoyed checking out all the various record stores when I'd spot them, back during the LP era. I recall being thrilled at discovering a shop, "Yesterday's Records and Tapes" in Austin in 1984, as it specialized in vintage fare, and I bought stacks of LPs on several visits, mostly early-jazz and big-band stuff. Also have a nice memory of walking at least a mile down the sidewalks on Sunset Boulevard to the Tower Records store in Los Angeles, picking up a few LPs. I made many trips to Houston to go to Don's Record Shop, but since I loathed making the drive there, I never really think of those ventures as being particularly pleasant memories.

What tempers my fond recollections of record stores somewhat is the irritating fact the stores I frequented always had rather limited selections, when it came to my vintage musical interests. Hence, for at least a whopping ten years, I was unaware of a lot of foreign labels that specialized in early jazz, which were putting out slews of releases I would have gone wild over. Labels like VJM, Swaggie, Fountain-Retrieval, Grannyphone, Tax, and many others, all often offering the remastering work of John R. T. Davies. I didn't really learn of these until I got with some mail-order catalogs. At that point, almost everything I bought came via mail, and record stores became rather moot.

My favorite store of any kind of store was Paradise near the Varsity right by the old Chelsea's.

Buying Led Zeppelin live vinyl bootlegs ! This was before the internet was big, and each purchase was a gamble. No way to really research. Some had great covers, but the sound was subpar.

The good ones more than made up for the bad ones.

I remember hanging out in Camelot with buddies to ogle the hot goth girl that worked there, going through the death metal tapes and laughing at all the names. We'd try and count how many fatal diseases had been taken before we reached the next section. I'd buy stuff there, listen and if it sucked, usually return it for exchange until this one smartass hipster - who was dating the hot goth girl - caught me trying to swap out a Sadus tape with the store manager who I had convinced after he played it, that there was something very wrong with the cassette. Hipster bastard assured him it was playing fine and that was just what the band sounded like.

Good times.

Record Rack - Houston, TX


Originally opening as the Jive Hive in 1945, the Record Rack (which was located on South Shepherd adjacent to the Alabama Theater, now a smoke shop) was synonymous with Numbers. Bruce Godwin bought the store in the early ‘80s and transformed the shop into a destination for alternative music and pretty much anything else you could think of. All of the cutting edge music and rare imports that Numbers played through the ‘80s and ‘90s got funneled through the Record Rack first, not too mention a great place to hangout and meet a lot of the bands that played at Numbers.

Camelot music at the mall. There was nothing like buying a brand new record and wearing it out.