So, after work Friday, I headed all the way out to Cary (it’s ~3hrs, for the unfamiliar) to hang out with Kyle and sleep on his couch to go out for Record Store Day in an area that actually has record stores in quantity. I stopped at the Winston-Salem FYE (no, I’m not kidding) on the way and picked up a few odd CDs. And stopped at a Chipotle because it’s basically in the mall parking lot (woohoo!).
When I got to Cary, we spent the night talking about work (which is funny, because we’re both under NDAs so it was a lot of not-all-that-much-talking. “There’s this person..and they did this thing…and it was funny,” basically. Obviously, “I talked to this coworker about this not-work-related thing” is allowable, and there was plenty of that.)
We developed another (extremely) questionable commercial idea (this time for a non-existent product, though). Briefly touched upon his current workings on gaming stuff in his spare time, that kind of thing.
So, in the morning, he discovered how early I was up and we headed out for breakfast at Waffle House, after which we headed to Schoolkids out in Raleigh. We waited outside for ~an hour (seriously.) and overheard a mind-numbingly inane conversation that I kept interrupting with extra information (“I have a lesbian friend that’s obsessed with that band,” one of the strangers says, looking at a Tegan and Sara shirt, “They’re lesbians, or sisters, or something.” “Both!” I say cheerfully, from a few rows of records over, said stranger’s companion and Kyle between the two of us). Sadly, Dessa’s Castor, the Twin was not to be found (and it was the only store alleging it would have copies in, well, the state), but I did pick up a few other titles. I set a few down after reconsidering, and missed yet more that I had in mind. It became a curious adventure as the day wore on, to see what was present, missing, or seemingly never present at some stores.
We moved on to Nice Price (Raleigh) next, who were almost completely picked over. I found one of my few used records for the day, but mostly one set of things that was totally wrong for what the day was allegedly about (next post, promise!). I dropped Kyle back off after that, and continued on the rest of my journey solo. Durham meant Offbeat, Nice Price (the other one!), Hunky Dory, and Bull City.
Offbeat continued the standing theme for Offbeat of being kinda weird about what’s present–best possible place to pick up fancy pants reissues (saw the Wings over America set for the first time, the only McCartney “ultra ridiculous” edition I’ve never bought, because it’s a live album, though if I see it again, I cannot promise my will will hold). Nice Price was not participating here (and I confirmed they’ve officially “split” from each other), but had some cool stuff on CD as always (really weird used sellers at that place, I’ve got to say–that’s where I bought my first Tractor Sex Fatality release). Hunky Dory was focused more on the used stuff, and he tends to get in the usual with intermittent treasures, or at least did when I went there regularly a few years back. I didn’t take too much time, as I was there a few weeks ago, and hit upon the chunk of stuff I’d already seen soon. Bull City was kinda packed and brought some surprises of various kinds, including a few records I didn’t realize got released, which was cool. Talked to Chaz–beginning my pattern for the day–about my AmRep discoveries I’ve mentioned, since I knew he’d appreciate it (and he did).
I headed out to Chapel Hill, finally–CD Alley and All Day. CD Alley was frighteningly empty of RSD stuff, but full of people. I caught up with Alison and Brian, and picked up some non-RSD stuff, then skedaddled down to All Day, from whom I naturally purchased nothing but used stuff (it was after noon, significantly: I was not finding any RSD stuff I wanted anymore, though I continued to look, kind of half-heartedly).
Having completed my in-Triangle search, I began to head home–I stopped at the Greensboro FYE (seriously, I’m not kidding) and found a few gems, then moved back to Winston. I hadn’t had a chance to hit up their Ed McKay or Earshot, so I did so. Earshot was a pleasant experience as always–I don’t know them by name like I do at some places, but they’re good people. I’ll be running into them again in early May for that Whigs in-store (hell yes). Ed McKay was odd–I wish they’d settle on a layout for the music. And I couldn’t find where they’d stick “weird shit” to see if I could find some more Negativland (sad!), but such is life, I suppose.
I got home relatively late, but definitely exhausted. I stayed up long enough to catch up on a lot of shows I’d missed then passed out. And now here we are! Hooray!