A lazy Monday off, we moseyed on here, a nice hole in the wall that reeks of a bit of history instead of a corporation...refreshing. I like the decor of choice "random shit that may interest you" boutique feel. I picked up some artsy magazines, scanned the DVDs on the wall, the old tapes laying around, almost succumbed to buying Breeders Pod on CD, loved looking at the little pictures and clips on the headboards seperating the CDs...and began longing for a turntable. I need a turntable. I have a box of vinyl in Boston and I have no record player here...can you get me one? I want to sit on the floor and listen to records again. Some fucking bad brains or emo shit, whatever. And read some punk rock biography.
Yeah, this place made me all mushy inside with its hanging on, making us realize one shouldnt live on MP3s alone.