When I was a freshman in high school my sister was dating this guy that was a senior… Ian Fitzpatrick. In an effort to win her over, he made me… the lowly freshman brother of the girl he liked, a mix tape. The cassette blew my mind. Fugazi, Gorilla Biscuits, and Operation Ivy in 1992 introduced me to a world of independent labels, college radio, and most importantly, records. Dingy stores filled with beautiful and fragile pieces of twelve inch square artwork. The smell of cardboard, mold and the b.o. of the walking music encyclopedia behind the counter was how I learned about music. There weren’t any Blogs, Myspace, or itunes. Just listening parties, heavy crates, and people that love the sound of the needle on the vinyl. This series of photos is documentation of my nostalgia for 1992 and proof that in basement retail spaces, vinyl lives on.
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You did a great job capturing the feel of small business record stores. The fifth one down is really a decisive moment!
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