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mav-northcott:

“Never heard of them.“ A lie. “You gonna introduce me?” And he pulled out $20 and took his time, reaching out and tucking it into Steve’s pocket with his fingers. “What? Not even gonna offer to let me listen to it with one of yours? Customer service, brother.”

Steve let his guard down slightly, but he was still slightly suspicious. It wasn’t too late for this guy. “I might as well, if you have the time. I have a spinner in the back room. I’ll have you hooked in no time. Though I have to be in a specific mood to listen to The Cars. So tell me where your favorite spot in town is.”

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j-a-e-kim:

“Name a store that has a giant shark.“ Jae drove the next point home with a finger jab in the air. “That you can hide in. And hey– it’s cute. Put it on your dashboard. It’ll be a conversation starter for dates.“

“The... uh...” Steve couldn’t argue with him. “Man I guess you got me. People love cool sharks. This thing, however,” He held up the minion. “This won’t get you anything. I suggest you burn it. It might be a bad omen if you or I hold on to it much longer.”

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7jacisms:

Jasper flips through a stack of new—old, he amends, fingering at the frayed edge of a sleeve—and finds that he recognizes a handful of the names printed boldly across the fronts. Maybe. That’s a generous estimate. He’s sure Olivia will give him a run-down of every record in the box the next time she comes in. “Got any Whitney Houston in there, boss?” He asks, peering over into the box. A swirl of dust tickles his nose and he sniffs, twitches. “Tina Turner? Paula?”

Steve let a little smirk turn up the corner of his lip. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t indulge in the great pop princesses of the eighties. However, none in the box that belonged to his parents. “None in here, but we do have some in stock. I personally prefer Whitney, the self-titled epicenter of 1987. Which is your favorite?”

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iggykwon:

“you know, there’s a part of me that really wants to make fun of you for still listening to vinyls. but these are so cool that i’m going to let it slide,” iggy replied with an easy smile. he can see the appeal, of having music so tangible in your hand. the discs have a solid weight, and he’s heard the grainy crooning of a record player enough to know some music was just made to be listened to that way. “do you have any cassette tapes tucked away back there? then you could get really modern.”

Steve was happy to see someone so excited about his records. People would come and go in the shop and not really... emote. It was refreshing. “I can listen to music on my phone, but sometimes you just have to experience the sound. You know what I mean?” He asked, handing over a copy of the Hair soundtrack so the other could admire it. “Cassettes aren’t really my speed, but we do have a selection. My aunt, she loved her cassette tapes, but they’re less durable than a good, solid vinyl.”

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wtgdaisy:

“Is that where you get all of your merchandise from? Your parents’ old shit?” Daisy smirked at him, leaning forward to examine the rest of the box. “I don’t know if I’d pay any kind of money for these– I mean, do I really want to feel like I’m still living with my father, aka the king of the 70s and 80s?” She shook her head, pulling out another record, really not caring if he’d invited her to do so or not. “Fuck, Hall and Oates? Forget it.” She laughed, setting it back in the box and wiping the dust on her jeans. She crossed her pale arms loosely over her chest. “Do you have anything a little newer? Find something I haven’t heard before.”

“For your information, I was just cleaning out their storage locker. Everything else I own is mine.” Steve’s eyes narrowed at her. He would never judge anyone for their music taste, but the second someone judged him, it was game time. “Look, you don’t have to like the classics to respect them. Hall and Oates are legends. White Snake? Hell yeah.” His hands were on his hips, almost as if he were striking a pose. “What kind of music do you even listen to? I could probably recommend something more your speed.”

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kathrynvtkins:

“You’re gonna hate me for not knowing any of that shit.” Kat confessed though she already imagined their music taste was different. The boy held a very Alex Turner vibe that halted towards sixties melodrama. She pressed her hand against a record, dusting it off with a low whistle. “The Wall is at least an album I can respect.”

“I can’t really blame anyone for their music taste. A lot of people would probably take me for a snob, but I’m not like that.” Steve shrugged. “And I can respect that you respect that. It’s some grade A music. They have this great installment of the actual wall in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I’d kill to see that thing.”

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mav-northcott:

“Who?“ Mav was distracted by a record in the corner, and he brushed shoulders just to get past. Jefferson Airplane – White Rabbit. “My pops was into this.” He’d only really ducked in here for the AC, but hell–he was feeling sentimental. “Don’t have a player or anything. But this? Keeping it. Guess it’ll look good on a wall.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t know The Cars.” Steve’s head tossed back as he pulled the record out of the box. “Just What I Needed? My Best Friend’s Girl? Come on.” He looked over at the one the other was holding and eyed the price sticker. “I can’t dictate what you do with it after you buy it.” He emphasized. “Fifteen.”

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j-a-e-kim:

“$20. That’s how much I’ve spent for that stupid thing so far.“ Jae pointed to the giant shark plush hanging behind one of the basketball booths, raising his voice to be heard over the mingling crowd at the fair. “All I’ve got is this.”

He held out the tiny Minion plush. “Here. You keep it.”

“I don’t really get why you’d waste your money when you can just walk into a store and buy one, probably for less.” He huffed, looking down at the yellow demon in his hand. “I don’t- I don’t want this. What am I supposed to do with this?”

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“You know what I absolutely love? The smell of a dusty old box of records from the back of my parents’ storage unit. For such garbage people, they have a pretty good taste in music. I mean, look at this,” He gestures to a record he’s pulled from the box. “Eddie Money?” He pulls another. “The Cars? I’m in heaven. These are going in my personal collection. Not for sale.”

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[ joe keery, cismale, he/him | subplot two, muse g ] —» stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel came on the radio, and it reminded me of steve sheridan, who’s been in sundance for 22 years. he's 25, and currently a co-owner of desert sun records. i’ve noticed he's hot-headed & stubborn but can be loyal & gallant, too. anyone who knows him would say classic cars, leather jackets worn from wear, & going for late night drives describes his vibe effortlessly.—» [ madison, she/her, 21, est. ]

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@joe_keery: Gonna miss our reservation at @IHOP had this #res for months hope the don’t #giveaway r seat. #hurry #hotcakes

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