And still, no one has commented on the fact that I’m calling this series of posts “East Coast Nights,” and in reality I’m just reporting on daytime happenings. Oh well, I guess you guys are as retarded as I am. But please keep reading and commenting and donating and visiting my sponsors’ pages, etc. etc..
I saw a really pretty single lady today at the — JUST KIDDING! Day two of the WFMU Record Fair was more of the same male-dominated nerd convention hullabaloo, only a bit more chill than yesterday. I spent more time working as a dealer than shopping. In fact, I only bought four or five records today. For the collector scum:
Mission Of Burma – Vs – $10 (take that, Patrick from Matador (see: comments section), you know-nothing piece of shit!)
Julius Hemphill – Dogon A.D. – $10 (remember this one?)
LSD March – Shindara Jigoku – $8
Acid Mother’s Temple – La Novia – $10
Original Soundtrack – El Topo – $20
Bob, a friend of my bosses and fellow L.A. record store owner, let me put some records out for sale on his table today. I sold one, maybe two (that is if Ilya’s brother Daniel made it back over to pick up that Songs: Ohia record after I left), but will try harder tomorrow to drum up interest. I will say though, almost everyone who stopped to look through the records chuckled or commented when they happened upon that Shins LP I never wanted in the first place. I wrote on the post-it note price tag, “Life-Changing. $10.” Bob spent a good amount of time walking around today, and a very good amount of time sleeping. The poor guy was tired all day, I felt bad taking photos of him, but my bosses were doing so too, so it felt like an accepted practice.
Some other highlights from the day, other than bumping into Ilya’s brother and dealing some records, included buying three Steve Keene album paintings for one dollar (Black Flag’s Six Pack EP, The Fall’s Live At The Witch Trials, and Jandek’s Chair Beside A Window), bumping into Z and Sarianna, bumping into Bret, bumping into Mike M. (the one I grew up with, not the one from CT), chatting with Tom Scharpling for a couple minutes, and gabbing with fellow vendors and customers. I think I’m in love with the paintings. I should have purchased more, but I was watching the table for so long that my choices for a second set were limited to Bright Eyes, My Morning Jacket and The Decemberists. Everyone must hate those bands because they were the only ones left, and they were left in great numbers.
Ian, Mike and I left the fair at roughly five o’clock, and drove back to Jersey in order to meet Ken, Katie and Melissa at the Gaslight in South Orange for boozing and pub food. I ate the pizza burger, which I highly recommend if anyone is ever stranded in the Oranges and needs a good place to eat. I tried some of their brews, like their stout, but it tasted too much like Guinness (no carbonation, bland taste from start to finish), and their Oktoberfest, which was better but not great. The Wee Heavy was probably the best draft beer they offered. Jack joined us in time to have one beer before we asked for the bill. When we left we walked to the liquor store down the street and loaded up on booze. They had bottles of regular Andre champagne, but not the strawberry flavored one, so I decided it wasn’t the right time to introduce suburban New Jersey to Andre. At Jack’s house we were joined by one of my oldest and dearest friends, Evan M. It was great to see him, since it happens so infrequently, and I treasure every giggle I get when I’m in his presence. My sister joined us for a little, too, and watched us shoot some pool and play some Xbox. I left relatively early because I have to be awake and on my way into the city early tomorrow. When I return from the Fair tomorrow night, I’ll have literally nothing to do for the rest of the week. Things might become interesting really quick…
