NYC, Babies!

I've finally made it to the city of infinite loonihood. Here's where I'm supposed to say something like, "well, not all of New York is like Manhattan," but last summer I discovered the insanity of living in a place like this, and I continue to stand by my opinion: you have to be bat-shit-crazy to revel in this kind of cool and efficient environment. Don't get me wrong–I don't wish to fall into "the city is evil" trap nor consign "bat-shit-crazy" to the Nike Store of qualifiers–this place fills me with wonder and awe at its inhabitants.

With that said, I'm going to briefly summarize some finding from 6 record stores yesterday. Well, more like three, because one had disappeared off the face of the earth completely, and two were closed. So I went to three and found some awesome stuff. It's interesting that stores don't have a "punk/indie/hardcore" section like most Westcoast and Southern cities do–it's all "indy" or "70s/80s/90s Rock." Found some cool looking experimental/noise stuff and a hand-collaged album cover coated in Mod-Podge. Effing sweet.

But seriously: in the Village there are record stores every two blocks. I have at least a dozen to go to in Manhattan and another God-knows-how-many in Brooklyn. We'll see about those other boroughs.

On tap: talking with Secret Project Robot folks, a day trip to the Princeton Record Exchange (boasting 150,000 volumes), a collector, and more record stores. There's plenty more blog to suck down in the next week, so don't go filling up those heads of yours with other lite bloggical nonsense.

I posted some findings last night. They're under "more awesome record covers" in the Tasty Links sidebar, as always.

Stay cool, daddies
James