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| - My mom moved to Calgary when I was 18, lived there till recently, and for 7 years, no visit to Mom was complete without her getting seriously pissed off at me for spending too much time in Recordland.
If you're planning a visit, make sure to take a list because the volume of records contained within this shop is completely overwhelming; all my wants seem to disappear while looking down library-like aisles stuffed with records, alphabetized, spines out like books. You can't flip through them, and reading spines will make you go crazy after awhile; the easiest tactic is to think of a band, find its section or letter, and cross your fingers.
There are some boxes of 7" singles in a little alcove near the entrance, but for the really ambitious - and this is something I only discovered during my last visit - there is a well-hidden ROOM at the back where unsorted singles are boxed up to the ceiling. Be prepared to aggravate your dust allergies and spend a long, long time climbing around, but hey, it's gotta be done.
Recordland seems to be overpriced as a rule, and make sure to check on condition; I once took home a Donovan record that turned out to be cracked. But there are still some cheap gems to be found if you're willing put in the time and the work required.
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