The early reports on Record Store Day 2013 are in. They are anecdotal at this point, and they are all accounts of lines around the block across the country and world, of beer and bands and general goodwill. At some point, we will find the saturation point for RSD exclusives and events, but we have not found it yet.
Traffic at the record stores in DFW was as robust as anywhere. The writers of DC9 at Night were there, on the hunt for particular slabs of wax or just looking for the party. Here are our spoils; let us know about yours in the comments.
My Record Store Day really started late Friday night. I decided to depart The O's CD release show at the Granada Theater a tad early, so I could head back to my northern suburban home to get at least some sleep. Unlike years past, where I would stroll up to Good Records at noon or 1 p.m. only to realize I was way too late to nab any of the RDS exclusives I coveted, I was going to drag my ass back out of the 'burbs and again onto Greenville early this year. To quote Elwood Blues, my vinyl dreams and I were "on a mission from God." The objects of my desire? Built to Spill's RSD Exclusive double LP Live, which comprises excellent recordings from their 1999 Keep it Like a Secret tour, and the first vinyl pressing of my favorite album from 2008 (and still in my top five albums, since), Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson's Rattlin' Bones - a masterwork of American roots music performed by Australia's first musical couple.
At dawn's early light -- or 630 a.m. -- I walked through the rather brisk air across Greenville Avenue to find myself at the back of a line that stretched beyond the Good Records building and in-front of the old Regal Beagle building, along the street. It had to be 100 or so people long. No biggie. No biggie for me, that is. By 7 a.m., when Good Records promptly swung their doors open and began allowing 10 to 15 people in at a time in a refreshingly orderly fashion, the line behind me had to be at least an additional 150 to 200 people. I found myself sandwiched between a congenial but terribly chatty King Crimson know-it-all and a dating couple who talked about why Sinead O'Connor infamously ripped a picture of the Pope on television many years ago.
The unplanned entertainment was welcome, as it took one-full hour to reach the doorway of the store. At 7:30 a.m., I was allowed to enter, and then, in wonderfully non-chaotic fashion, I followed the shoppers in-front of me in an orderly line past the RSD exclusive racks (which were staffed with helpful folks assisting customers to find their coveted treasures) to thrillingly discover that both of my top picks -- my only picks -- we're available still. A few minutes later, after a nice fellow suggested I pick up the early-70s metal band Dust's offering, I was on my way back to the sprawl north of 635. After a nap, I spun the vinyl and knew it was all worth it. I know the O's will understand. --Kelly Dearmore
If I ever throw my phone off a bridge and smash my computer screen, I will listen to Pujol while I do it. Daniel Pujol writes songs for engagement. I have been in my car about to go home, put on last year's United States of Being and decided to go find a show or a bar or some kind of social interaction rather than go sit on my couch. I have gone into a mosh pit at a Pujol show and come out with bruises and the phone numbers of out-of-town fans.
I first heard of Pujol when they wound up on a bill with another band I liked. I saw the 7" on the left as I was walking out of a record store last year on RSD and got it on a whim, knowing I'd be seeing them soon.
There was another 7" this year. Same deal: 1000 copies pressed on colored vinyl, previewing a full-length to come in the summer. This time I was looking for it.
I know this isn't the most exclusive of RSD affairs -- a song I will in fact be buying again on vinyl in a few months. But it's not about resale value. It's about a ritual that pays dividends for music fans all year long. People ask me sometimes how I find out about bands. It's like this: You find a thread within your expertise and follow it until you don't know where you are anymore, and then you stop and look around. And there's no better time to explore than on Record Store Day. --Kiernan Maletsky
Inside the purple literary opera house just off Locust and Oak streets in Denton, I'm torn between two desires: Lamb of God or Van Halen, the former being metal lords with a "murderous" frontman, while the later ushered in a generation of hair bands such as White Lion, White Tiger and White Snake; and introduced a guitar legend -- Eddie Van Halen, a man known for rewriting the rules of the electric guitar.
Van Halen's 1984 is one of the band's most popular albums. It reached #2 on the Billboard Top 200 Album Charts. The cherub smoking a cigarette on the album's cover screams blasphemy, while his arched eyebrow promises a hell-raising experience when the needle hits the vinyl.
Of course I'm not fortunate enough to find that record. I hold a 4-track release previewing the album. But as the opening riffs to "Runnin' with the Devil" echo from the old RCA record player, I know I've made the right choice for Record Store Day 2013. --Christian McPhate
I had every intention of at least making some time for CD Source for this year's Record Store Day celebration, but the Good Records vortex sucked me in, like it always does. In fact, I have a bad habit of just calling Record Store Day, Good Records Store Day, because I very rarely make it past the perimeter of their parking lot once I arrive. Plus, for those of us who have spent April celebrating Good Records' birthday, it's a little fuzzy when the birthday parties transitioned into Record Store Day parties. Luckily it's also irrelevant: The same good times, good beers and good music set the scene for a sunny day worth making time for every year.
Starting the day with an early afternoon performance from The Relatives meant the audience of fans and browsers could start off on an inspirational note. Later Denton's Bashe would pull me in from the parking lot with impressive guitar work, and Dallas favorites A.Dd+ packed the aisles. Rumors of a drop-in from Har Mar Superstar before a Bryan Street Tavern show came to fruition, and Sean Tillman's notable voice and wit were a highlight.
I get so distracted when browsing for music; whatever I walk in for is rarely what I leave with. On Record Store Day I found myself envious of the shoppers moving precisely through the store, battling crowd and sound as they collected stacks of music. I started to browse, I watched a band. I started to browse, I got a beer.
I started to browse and Vulgar Fashions pushed me to the back with their sound, which turned out to be a perfect perch for their set. I saw their fans dancing and they are, I'd wager, the most uninhibited of the day.
Later, I ran into Bethan and Sarah Jaffe guitarist, Jesse Hopkins. He admits to me he didn't start the day knowing what he'd buy but he pulls out Daniel Johnston's only major label release, FUN. As we chat about the selection he tells me, "Yeah, he actually recorded this album into a boom box, so I don't think listening to it on vinyl will be that different," he says. "So basically I have been questioning my purchase all day."
This would be the first year that Good Records didn't run out of beer during the festivities. Maybe even since the birthday party days. If I search, I can recall some previous April afternoons spent pumping the life out of those early kegs.
As the sun went down, that mild drowsiness that comes from drinking cheap beer in the sun sets in. Inside of Sugar Derby's vintage trailer I bumped into Aaron Gonzalez of Unconscious Collective, browsing the record assortment.
"So, how's your Good Records Store Day going?" I ask. "Good," he responds distractedly.
Which, so far, is how it is every year. Good. --Deb Doing Dallas
I just happened to be in Los Angeles this weekend..no, not for record store day, nor Coachella '13-Deux, but you get the two hour time difference whether you're looking for it or not. I was up pretty early Saturday and decided to high-tail it down to Hollywood see what was up at mecca Ameoba Music. Upon arriving, I found a line stretching almost a complete revolution around the block.
I picked up two inexpensive pieces at Amoeba Saturday: Cheap Trick's 1980 10-inch, Found All The Parts -- four cuts from '76-'79, including a "live" version of "Day Tripper" (they actually re-recorded most of that track later in the studio), and "Can't Hold On" from a '78 tour of Japan. $5 used. I also grabbed the new Portlandia 7-inch of "The Dream Is Alive" b/w "Portland, Oregon You're My Home"... oh, and a Celine Dion Concert shirt re-designed in Death Metal Graphics. --Alan Ayo
While parties and events raged all over the Metroplex on Saturday, Record Store Day in Denton was more of a low-key affair. Between Mad World Records and Recycled Books, official Record Store Day releases were hard to find, because they didn't get much. It makes business sense that the larger record shops - your Good Records and Waterloos of the world - get whatever they want, while smaller stores in smaller markets get what's left.
And that especially makes sense when thinking of Recycled Books, which one might think of as a DIY Half-Price Books more than a mom-and-pop record store that the holiday is meant to support. But it's more surprising for Mad World Records, which has a couple of years under its belt and is the exact type of business that Record Store Day is meant to prop up. They were pretty much picked through after the first hour.
But while the supplies sent from Record Store Day was disappointing, that's not to say it was a bust for the Denton stores. Mad World had 25 to 30 people waiting at the door when the shop opened at 10 a.m., and Recycled had a steady stream of shoppers looking for lost treasures in their (increasingly impressive) vinyl selection. Both offered live music and an ongoing excuse to browse and connect with each other and the store. And really, that's what Record Store Day is supposed to accomplish. The limited-edition releases aren't what the day is about -- they're just an excuse to get you in the store and rediscover what's so important about your local record store: community. --Andy Odom
I've avoided RSD for the past couple of years. I'd see various bands play and hang out with friends, but I never partook in standing in a long line in the early morning hours hoping to get something that a store probably only had one copy of. This year I had four RSD exclusives on my mind: Braid's Frame & Canvas, At the Drive-In's Relationship of Command, Cave In's Until Your Heart Stops, and Their/They're/There's debut EP. To avoid the traditionally lengthy wait to get into Good Records, I hit up CD Source right after they opened at 7. While there wasn't a line per se, I had to wade through 15 to 20 people trying to thumb through a section that was about six feet wide.
While the space was tight, I was able to grab the sole copies of the Braid and Cave In records and one of the many copies of the At the Drive-In record. The only copy of the Their/They're/There EP wound up in the hands of my friend (and fellow post-hardcore nut) Brian, who is still my friend as of this writing. My total was $90, which is way more than I usually spend on anything vinyl related, but given the scarcity of these records, I gave in. --Eric Grubbs
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I don't think anyone loves Music Nerd Christmas more than me. I love the parties, the beer you share with people while discussing what you found, and the joy of seeing a local shop do considerable business.
I even enjoy the crowded stores and long lines; I like to party. Alas, knowing I had a rather long day and night ahead of me in Fort Worth, I limited myself and decided I'd stop by one of stores in search for the limited release El Michaels Affair picture disc I coveted. So I kicked off my morning by stopping at CD Universe, where I was immediately handed my first beer of the day while I looked through their collection.. Though I didn't find what I was looking for, I was able to hand the Public Image Limited 7" to an acquaintance who asked me for a suggestion. Knowing my time was limited to shop, I audibled from my Good Records plan and took off to the suburbs knowing that the Movie Trading Company in Lewisville is never picked over. And, of course, I was right, as I walked in, saw the picture disc, snagged it, number 327 of 1000, a colored 45 for my collection and told a guy desperately looking for the Elephant re-release that I saw 10 copies at CD Universe. One of the best things about Music Nerd Christmas is helping others get what they want. Can't wait for next year. --Jaime-Paul Falcon