Only 20 more shopping days until Christmas, so we at DC-9 wanted to help you find some ultra-cool, deep indie CDs as stocking stuffers for the music elitist in your family.These titles are so goddamn esoteric that you'll need extra time for googling and waiting for the damn thing to come in the mail. But each one is a guaranteed good time, full of inventive music by folks that you will, hopefully, hear more from in the future.
Many of them were tucked away in suburban strip malls, their storefronts always the black sheep of the retail family. They were usually owned by a single lifelong music fan, someone who relished the opportunity to dog-paddle in the eye of the pop culture hurricane. Sometimes they smelled like incense or cigarette smoke. You could hear the music coming out from 100 yards away.
Most of the formative moments of my life happened inside a record store. My grandfather bought my first album, Sgt. Pepp
