New Yorker music critic Sasha Frere-Jones has been hosting a lively conversation in response to the New York Times article mentioned on this blog earlier in the week. While some of his readers have been chiming in about the state of health of the brick-and-mortar record shop, an equal part of the discussion has focused on the notorious attitude that afflicts so many record store clerks. I know about that condition first-hand; I did time at the now-defunct Inside Track as well as at Dr. Wax and the Jazz Record Mart. My civility certainly waffled during those years, and looking back I'm sure my arrogance was nothing more than a mask for my frustration. When you've been selling records for six years hearing yet another person say, "Oh, you've got the greatest job, listening to music all day," can make a mild-mannered person turn murderous. As a consumer I find Reckless Records to be the guiltiest purveyor to hipper-than-thou 'tude--never mind that plenty of the staff seems to know less about music than its customers.
Anyway, what do you feel about the shops in Chicago? Too much attitude? Not enough knowledge and selection? Are you headed toward a download-only collection or do just buy music from Amazon from the cozy confines of your desk? Me, I still love the old-fashioned record store; sadly, they don't really exist here any longer.



I've also heard good things about Hyde Park Records, although, as a sign of the times, they really only have the physical store as a side business to their trade on Ebay.
I think the Internet is really killing record stores, and not just because you can buy stuff on it. It used to be that record stores were the font of obscure musical knowledge, and greenhorns could rely on the arrogant yet highly knowledgeble clerks for recommendations. Now, if you live in a town without zines or good college radio (like the one I grew up in), you can tap into the scene online.
Plus, if stores can make more money selling their more unusual wares to real junkies on Ebay who specifically want them (vid. Hyde Park Records), there's less chance that someone will pick up a treasure randomly in a store because it looks cool.
maybe 14 years(?) but I've been shopping at Chicago record stores since 1984. The list of stores I've patronized over the years includes Round Records, Wax Trax, Dr. Wax, 2nd Hand Tunes, Pravda, Gramaphone, Val's Halla, Vintage Vinyl, Dusty Groove, and others that I just can't recall. I started shopping at Reckless pretty much the day they opened back in, what, 1988? All of these joints had/have good things to offer. Some closed long ago, some maybe even put out of business by the competition with Reckless, others had the opening of Tower to thank. In my 22 years of shopping for records I have to say I've never really caught much attitude (you get what you give), and can honestly say Reckless employees put me more at ease than most--definitely superior experiences than those shops that would have the lone dude playing Hawkwind while I browsed scratched and overpriced copies of Dark Side of the Moon...but whatever.
The things that excited me about Reckless from the get-go are the basics: they grade the records accurately and price them accordingly; they write funny, trippy and sometimes meaningful descriptions; and if I want something out-of-print I can place a special order. In fact, I've had special orders fulfilled YEARS after I requested the item. It took a while for that Feelies _Good Earth_ record to come in, but by God, I got the call when it finally did!
And hell, most people ARE hipper than me. Big deal.
The dumber the clerk, the better the find.
I've been working part time at Reckless for about 4 years. Though I have around 11 years of aggregate record store experience and a degree in music, I'll admit without shame that I often *do* know less about music and recordings than the customers. I can think of no better testiment to the quality of the store. I learn a lot about music there from customers and colleagues alike.
I long for the old Ajax record shop at Leavitt & Chicago, where I could browse everything, sorted by artist *and* title while having a nice chat with Tim Adams, who had to be one of the nicest guys in Chicago music biz history.
Say what you will about Reckless or any other store but realize that amazon is soulless and if you find yourself there to often you might get that way too.
Also as far as local indie retailers go, they are a dying breed across the board from book stores (thanks again amazon) to grocers. We should be happy we have any left in this town as smarmy as they may or may not be. Sooner than later they will all be gone you will be alone, eating through an IV in front of your computer deleting the last IM you mother sent, while streaming clamor about the next war for American consumerism drifts through your ears. Submerged in a world of digital shopping even more boring than you remebered you continue to click away. As you wait for whatever your ipod told you best fits your musical personality to download, something will strike you and you'll begin to miss that snotty record store clerk who rolled his eyes as as his hand reached over the counter and placed the change into your hands and then you walked outside. As your fleeting dispair fades you will go back to the imcomplete blog posting you had begun earlier.
Thanks.
I didn't really mean to imply that you were pro-amazon (in fact you said you weren't). Mostly just a silly commentary on globalization/ technology in general. Also Reckless ain't half bad and I think their reputation is undeserved. You are right about designer t-shirts though.
Good record stores (Reckless included) cut through the bullshit. The clerks play what they like and they're honest about their opinions. They're not beholden to any publicist or record label. There’s no carefully orchestrated marketing plan. The echo chamber of consensus ends at the record store. This is where real people meet and talk. Why do people go to bars, and endure curtness and perhaps even (gasp) RUDENESS, when they can drink at home for cheap? It’s for the community vibe, baby. People want to go to a store and hear something new, blasting out of big speakers. They want to see what other people are buying, talk with their friends, maybe bump into an old pal and have lunch. You may overhear a clerk belittle your favorite band, but don’t assume that the clerk is frustrated. They may be filled with pride at having a rare job that offers them the freedom to be honest. Unlike the Gap, Starbuck’s or Best Buy, there’s no cheerful script and no coercion to buy.
On the subject of expertise, I don't think too many record store clerks have an encyclopaedic knowledge of all musics. Rather, a store is often comprised of a group of specialists, who are passionate about their particular area of expertise. And when is knowledge a legitimate substitute for passion? Customers can google their heads off at home if they want cold data. Do I have to know everybody who played on a record to know that it’s good? Sun Ra once said, “Musicians are always telling me how much they know. I’m more interested in what they don’t know.”
When it all comes out in the wash, I’d say it’s a pretty even exchange of knowledge and attitude between clerk and customer. Circle of life.
2) The persons at Reckless with whom I am acquainted know and love music.
3) This is not to say that we haven't all been guilty of being snobby about the things we love on occasion. You personalize what you hold dear.
4) Then again, I shouldn't be surprised at the me-first attitude from someone who fetishizes/exoticizes "world music" as a lump genre. Imperialism rules. USA #1.
5) There are plenty of great record stores in Chicago; she says, coming from a town with exactly ONE record store still in operation (a Chicago native's, at that).
also, reckless is opening a 3rd location downtown, so they must be doing something right!