Through some strange confluence of “journalism” and “cutting & pasting,” the former print publication known as “the Rolling Stone,” was able to accurately broadcast some good news.
And good news, indeed. Dave has wandered into and hung out in my own store for, I dunno, I’d hate to say decades. Did I first meet him in 1986 when Scream opened up for the Subhumans at the VFW hall near the first store I worked at in Florida?
Did we first really connect playing pool at the Masquerade in Atlanta, back in ’91? I don’t recall, because I have a faulty and Brian Williams-esque memory when it comes to such things.
That’s not important, the point is that whenever I’ve had the opportunity to see Dave, he says first, “Hey Eric, how’s Criminal Records?”
He’s not a politician, he’s not shaking babies and kissing hands, he’s just genuinely concerned about the health and well being of my own store and the people that populate it. I don’t feel unique in this situation at all, as I’ve heard this story countless times from my record store having friends.
From our press release: “His name is Dave Grohl, and Record Store Day is damn proud to have him as its 2015 Ambassador. And Ambassador Grohl has something to say about record stores:
I found my calling in the back bin of a dark, dusty record store.
1975’s K-Tel’s Blockbuster 20 Original Hits by the Original Stars featuring Alice Cooper, War, Kool and the Gang, Average White Band and many more, bought at a small record shop in my suburban Virginia neighborhood, it was this record that changed my life and made me want to become a musician. The second that I heard Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” kick in, I was hooked. My life had been changed forever. This was the first day of the rest of my life.
Growing up in Springfield, Virginia in the 70’s and 80’s, my local independent record stores were magical, mysterious places that I spent all of my spare time (and money) in, finding what was to eventually become the soundtrack of my life. Every weekend I couldn’t wait to take my hard earned, lawn mowing cash down for an afternoon full of discovery. And, the chase was always as good as the catch! I spent hours flipping through every stack, examining the artwork on every cover, the titles and credits, searching for music that would inspire me, or understand me, or just to help me escape. These places became my churches, my libraries, my schools. They felt like home. And, I don’t know where I would be today without them.
More recently, I’ve been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to rediscover this sense of excitement, that magical feeling of finding something all one’s own, by watching my kids go through it. Let me tell you: Nothing makes me prouder than watching my daughters spin that first Roky Erickson LP one of them picked out for their very own on one of our weekend trips to the record store. Or to watch the reverence they have as they handle their Beatles vinyl. How carefully they replace the albums into their sleeves, making sure they’re placed back onto the self in the proper sequence. Watching them realize how crucial and intertwined every part of this experience is, I relive the magic of my earliest experiences with vinyl singles and albums, their artwork, liners notes etc. all over again and again.
I believe that the power of the record store to inspire is still alive and well, and that their importance to our next generation of musicians is crucial. Take an afternoon (and some hard earned lawn mowing money) and please support them.
You never know, it might change your life forever, too.
Cheers to Ambassador Grohl, I’m honored to be tangentially involved and I’m proud to be in your service.
We await your commands.