Used book and record stores have a certain intangible quality that make them feel like home, no matter where I go.

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Used book and record stores have a certain intangible quality that make them feel like home, no matter where I go.
NOT QUITE FINISHED
I had a dentist appointment this morning. (It did not go well.) And afterwards, I drove to a used bookstore to get rid of some books that were taking up space in the apartment. While I waited for them to tally the pennies they were going to give us for the books, I browsed the CDs and LPs. Much to my surprise I found a double LP that was not priced as if the tariffs had just gone into effect, and even more surprising was the fact that it looked to be in mint condition, and was by one of my all-time favorite artists. So, 14 months after I thought I'd bought my last ever vinyl record, I bought another one today. Chick Corea is a self-titled compilation of work Chick did for Blue Note at the dawn of his career. It's a mix of the traditional and the avant-garde, and draws upon several records from those early years. He's playing with some of the best players in Jazz, and I enjoyed the music, and the mint condition of both records. After I subtracted the money I got for my books, it cost me 2 and a quarter. Now I'm finished. Or maybe not.
there's something so special about used records.
my yellow submarine vinyl, its inter sleeve is awash in a child's scribbly drawings. this music was played for a child, & now i play it for my little sister while that kid is grown up somewhere. my monkees 45s i bought as a set, they've all got writing on their centers wishing Sammy a happy birthday. every time i play them i get to imagine Sammy felt the same as i do about the music. i have a springsteen record with a lyric sheet. the previous owner highlighted their favorite lyrics & drew little hearts next to them, & a lot of them are my favorites too. a local used record seller in my area prints out sheets of recommended music which he puts into every. single. record jacket.
it's just like...music is shared amongst all of humanity. music itself is so timeless & kind to us, & so are people to one another, ultimately. & maybe we'll be okay :)
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Joe's Record Paradise, didn't know they were still around found Dog's Blood Rising on vinyl there in the 90s.
(The Scent of) Used Records
give me the air within the slightest of spaces
let loose the musty particles
free the living room 1958
give me the delectable stench of years stacked up
as I grab the record from its sleeve I can smell the turkey you pulled from the oven 1963
(an album from say 1972 always will have a different smell from a 1984 disc)
the basement spice delights my nose… kicks up my heart and gets me smiling
the bedroom you danced around in odorous joy shoots straight to my face and I breath in your happiness…
your youth. the sweat from your toes. your shampoo drip. the incense from your shelves.
and I can even whiff up the cash you used to purchase this vinyl gem
the mellow green paper torn and smelly that sat in your pocket for three weeks
waiting within a chloroform haze
so I take in your holidays and bad moods.
I pull the record from its sleeve and hold it up to my virgin nostrils getting your long ago past right into me
today at the Salvation Army with your old treasures tucked under my arm
smoldering with the catchy scents that I am kind of addicted to.