It’s a Friday and I’d like to wax nostalgic for a moment. The link above is a video taken at Tower Records on Sunset in LA, in 1971. Boy, those were the days.
My brother and I grew up in the sticks, where record stores were small but hey, still a little funky. When I got to college, Fargo had a few options besides the corporate ones in the mall. There was one, Mother’s Records, inside an old church just off Broadway in downtown Fargo. The place smelled of cardboard, incense, dust, and sin. I could spend hours in there. If I could go back in time I’d hijack half their inventory.
Record stores are somewhat coming back now. There’s a small one in downtown Bismarck that deals in new and used vinyl. The last remnant of the Budget Tapes and Records chain is in downtown Minot and it very much retains that old counter culture vibe, right down to umpteen varieties of incense for sale and black light posters. Face it, the era we boomers grew up in still has a powerful sway, a miasma of rebellion against the status quo. If only more of our ilk still embraced that spirit and had not given up or sold out. But that’s for another day. In the meantime, enjoy the video. And maybe light a stick of incense to get the mood right.