Happy belated Record/Rekked Store Day! Someone on Twitter asked why librarians seemed so into Record Store Day. For me, it’s part nostalgia. My mom gave away my Fisher Price record player to the church white elephant sale in 1992 and I’m still not over it. I used to do a lot of interpretive dances to my Billy Ocean Caribbean Queen single. I’LL NEVER GET THOSE DAYS BACK. My love of records also stems for my love of torch singers, hard to find children’s records (which I burn onto discs to play at Toddler Time), and kitsch. I find amazing things that just couldn’t be found on iTunes/Spotify/etc. Records shopping is a fortuitous, serendipitous little scavenger hunt and it makes me really, really happy. I visited the small but awesome Co-0p 87 and Permanent Records, both in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
Here’s some of my rad-ass purchases at Co-op 87. They have a fabulously curated Cheescake (or what I call Kitsch) Section:
Sorry, every damn time I think of Barbra I think of Brit Murphy talking about her gay brother in Drop Dead Gorgeous and then my mind jumps here:
I love this song! I used to sing this to the kids I nannied for. It’s a good song to belt out when you’re pushing them on the swings.
On my way to Permanent Records, the following:
Ah! Here we are at Permanent Records where I dropped a wad-o-cash for some new-old vinyl. 20-some-odd bucks for a whole huge-ass stack-o-rekkeds!
Here’s just a few of my purchases:
I have so many (more) rad records now. I think my job should give me a paid vacation to listen to all of them and delve further into the monster stack of books in my living room.
What did you get on Record Store Day, cupcake?
~Love and Libraries, Ingrid