At the record store with Ron and Leon (Part 2)
Hello again my fellow journeymen. I will pick off today where I left off yesterday if you will indulge me. I just intentionally threw up my lunch and am ready for another meal. But before that! I listened to the Parquet Courts album Sympathy for Life for the first time on vinyl and as it almost always turns out, it sounded better to me. Maybe it is some sort of placebo effect, maybe I should consider wearing more short pants. The song that really struck me this time was the 1st track on the second side Application/Apparatus. Just for you now:
As for the adventures of Leon and Ron, after we left Lost Weekend with that sweet saccharine feeling that only the onset of puberty or buying a new record can give you, we headed south for R.P.M. records. I had never been to that store before, and man was I in for a pleasant surprise. As we entered the bloke behind the counter greeted us cordially and I asked as is my custom when entering a new establishment, “YOU GOT LOG JAMMIN’!!!????”
“My companion here, Leon loves Log Jammin’”. I reached for my chewing tobacco to offer the gentleman a moist wad and to my horror I left it in the Prius. I was terribly disconcerted at first, since neither Leon nor I own a Prius, so whose Prius did I leave it in, I asked myself politely.
“WHOSE PRIUS DID I LEAVE IT IN???!!!!”
That just happens to be the adult companion piece to Dude, Where’s my Car?
On to the records. I have to say there were so many in this store it was a bit overwhelming. Some I considered were, David Bowie’s Scary Monsters and Low, Thom Yorke’s Tomorrow’s Modern Boxes, Thee Oh Sees’ Hounds of Foggy Notion, The Silver Jews Bright Flight, Ty Segall’s Harmonizer, John Coltrane’s Crescent and TV on the Radio’s Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes. I settled on one that I had been meaning to pick up for years now, Magnolia Electric Company by Songs Ohia.
I will dedicate a whole Vinyl Pull to that album very soon as it is very deserving.
Leon acquired a bulging rash as well as a James Brown live album and an obscure hip-hop compilation from the 90’s.
Another impressive thing about R.P.M. records, just located north of campus on high street, is the selection of sweet old vintage stereo equipment for sale. Music was blaring from an old Marantz turntable the entirety of our visit. If you have never been there, I highly suggest giving it a shot. If you happen to see a Prius with some Redman chewing tobacco inside, break the window and grab it for me.
Leon and I were just plain tickled and as we walked out of the store into the gray, rainy but somehow pleasing afternoon day, Leon tried to spit right in my mouth. He missed and got me in the left eye. I shook my fist and as I am accustomed to doing when the situation calls for joshing, blurted out,
“LEON, YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH, I AM GOING TO SMASH YOUR INDOLENT FUCKING SKULL IN WITH A TIRE IRON. YOU BACKWOOKS, BUCK TOOTH, NEAR SIGHTED, NON DEMONINATIONAL FUCKFACE!
We giggled together all the way home.