I think back to my earliest purchases and how they set me up for where I’ve ended up. The second album I ever bought was Lenny & Squiggy Present Lenny & The Squigtones. Even at that young age, I was already excited to have a record with most of the MGs on it. I’d been buying 45s for as long as I could remember, but when did you ever get information with those? I took over much of my father’s collection at times (he not only loved his Little Richard and Buddy Holly, but his Richard Pryor and Flip Wilson) making him glad when I learned how to take public transit so I’d go buy my own damn records.
I spent my early teens at Bear’s Wax Records. I loved hanging out with the Bear for hours and hours. We talk and laugh and he’d whip out records he thought I’d like. Rarely was he wrong. My first NRBQ disc came from him, as did my first Flamin’ Groovies, plus many others. But he also knew what else I needed, hipping me to Rusty Warren and Firesign Theater. If it weren’t for him, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been encouraged to sneak into my first Q show well-underaged for the club.
I’ve yet to find my home store now that I’ve made it to Boston, but I still have a trail of stores across the country that I love and support any time I can. I hope you have your own record store to call home and that you always treat it like the cherished member of your family that it is.