This year, on Record Store Day, it's snowy and cold. Remember last year when we went fishing for Hipsters?? When Spring was really Spring and it was mild and just a little rainy?
Please enjoy the following recycled post from 2012:
A few weeks ago, on National Record Shop Appreciation Day, (or whatever they call it), I met up with my buddy Cash and we hung out at his place all day. He happens to live above Hymie's, a local Minneapolis record store.
Hymie's. Photo credit: C. Moore
They put on some festivities with in-store shows and a street show too. My new favorite local band Night Moves played and we chilled out, opened the windows and enjoyed the scene from his gross boy apartment, complete with chairs whose cushions hide mouse poop underneath and secret disgusting things I can't discuss here and will pretend I didn't see.
And then I guess the boys got a little bored. So they decided to go Fishing for Hipsters, using a record as bait:
If you catch a Hipster, you have to remember to feed it vegan,-gluten-free-dairy-free sandwiches and give it plenty of Grainbelt Premium beer. Or Hamm's. Also acceptable: PBR. In a can.
I got into a heated discussion with some men in my office who buy their clothes at thrift stores because they wanted to write about someone who collected records in a dialogue for teaching English in Korea. I told them that maybe not everyone in the world collected/listened records and maybe some people didn't really know what they were. And those guys got so angry at me because, apparently, everyone they knew collected records, so I was actually just speaking for myself.
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