National record store day.

Yesterday was my second favorite national observance day, which takes a close second just behind groundhogs day and that loveable oversized rodent. The day I am talking about is "national record store day" and supposedly it occurs every April. In observance of this observance, I made my way down to Radio-Active Records which is one of the last outposts in South Florida where you can still buy some quality vinyl. Radio-Active is great and I've got to give it to Mikey R down there who really keeps it in competition with the large evil retail music chains.
I've spent many days digging through dusty stacks at this store... but something about this day was different. The normally relaxed neighborhood environment had been invaded by people who I'm quite sure had no interest in good music. Skinny jeaned psuedo hipsters clammored over the newest Chromeo remix while white hat and poloed frat guys looked for any Bob Marley LP's because they heard on Larry King Live that "vinyl is making a comeback." Middle-aged, loud breathing, sweaty, (and obviously single) fat guys picked through for import Grace Jones records and deleted David Bowie singles, while sixteen year old skater thugs stood around and talked about how Diddy is the best producer ever.
I quickly retired to the back corner where I could dig through obscure 45's in peace, and after scoring some old reggae versions and a new Bonobo 10"... I bid them all a fond fall back and got the F up out of there. I wished Mikey luck and returned home to mark my calendar for next year, wondering all the while if I'd missed out on any deleted David Bowie singles.