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| - A record store. How quaint. I found myself doing a '90s Day this Saturday. The World's Biggest Bookstore, HMV, and Silver Snail. I was a regular haunt in all three of these places what seems like only a handful of year ago but was pointed out to me is, like, 20 years ago. 20 years. Golly. The HMV classical section convinced me it was high time to get a CD player. HMV has pared down. There used to be a side section that had video cassettes. Yeah, VCR casettes. Mmmmm... how I wish I picked up that V box set.
No one under the age of 55 buys CDs anymore and I rightly expect if music comes on CD to be free, a give away for buying Tampex. HMV over the years has managed to remake itself. Vinyl, CDs, small experimentation with DATs, VHS tapes, DVDs, iPod accessories, now high end funky headphones. It's fun to pop in here and just trying to figure out how a music store survives in this day and age.
And don't feel to sorry for the sorry state of such places. They were warned at the dawn of the MP3 age it was going to be downloads and streaming. Instead of figuring out how to take advantage of this new distribution channel they turned a blind eye to the technology and thought they could sue it out of existence. I, mean, it worked with DAT. Why not with a massive computer network no one really owns? Yeah. Sorry if I don't cry much when this place becomes a condo.
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