My local independent record shop closed today. It's been in my town for about 28 years and has been a major part of hundreds of people's lives.
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I remember running out of school into town to pick up the latest new releases on as many formats as possible: "I'll have the new Iron Maiden on 7 inch with the denim jacket patch, also the 10 inch shaped picture disc and the 12 inch in the poster bag, please". I remember walking into town in torrential rain to pick up the double vinyl limited edition of Ozzy's Tribute album with the Randy Rhoades poster and, on getting it home, because my parents were so annoyed at me spending all my money on music, having to tell them that I hadn't just bought it, but had been leant it!
I worked there part-time as a teenager, my brother worked there full-time, I lived above it for a few years and based part of my Masters degree on the place. And it turns out that
greycap used to shop there when he lived in "my" town as well.
I walked into the shop this afternoon at about 5pm to find it full of ex-staff and other regular customers. It was a really bittersweet moment as I hadn't seen some of those people in years and probably won't see some of them again as they'd come down from other parts of the country to be there. There was laughter but also melancholy and a few tears. And a crap-load of Dinosaur Jr played very, very loud.
So, there goes another great indie record shop - a victim of UK supermarket profit-margin stripping and cheap internet purchases (in the UK there's a tax dodge where if things are shipped from Jersey and they cost under something like £18, no tax is paid, allowing much cheaper selling prices).
We'll probably get another identikit high street shop instead; another damn coffee place or something. But nothing as cool as Longplayer was. I learnt so much about music from them, and now a major part of my life is gone.