…and my grip on sanity slowly loosens. Whee!
After two days of smooth sailing on shift, I’m definitely feeling it today-my eyes are a little redder than usual, my attention span is shorter (if possible), and since I’m pretty sure I’ve steered clear of illicit drugs in the past 48 hours, it must be the lack of sleep.
In any case…
Night Three
The Film: I Am Trying To Break Your Heart: A Film About Wilco by Sam Jones
The Album: Sufjan Stevens, The Avalanche
The Story: I <3 FBC
Since yesterday’s post was very lovey-dovey on The District, I’ll balance it out a bit today with some praise for East Lansing. Since arriving in DC, I’ve tried to seek out a truly great independent music shop. It would seem like a no brainer, right? I’m in a city with a rich and vibrant cultural life, and I’ve already made note of the great bookstores that dot the city… surely finding that perfect music store straight out of High Fidelity (which I think will be tomorrow’s film selection) is only a matter of time and a little digging.
Not so simple.
I’ve dug around online, looked in the requisite hipster newspapers, and still I’ve only come up with a few record shops of note. All of them were certainly nice, with friendly staff eager for business and good atmosphere. A few of them were even helpful, such as the store today that had the truly excellent new Sufjan outtakes album for sale a day early (not to mention some sweet band t-shirts that I’ll no doubt be returning for at some point). None of them, however, have managed to equal the greatness that is East Lansing’s very own Flat, Black, and Circular in terms of selection, prices, and most importantly, the ability to lose oneself for an hour or so browsing. For all the complaining I do about the lack of good national acts coming through our neck of the woods, I never realized how good I had it in terms of music stores until I went searching for an adequate substitute. So here’s to you, FBC… thanks for slowly draining my bank account since February 2005.
This has been a really music geek centric post… I think all this time in the office by myself is really bringing out some anti-social tendencies, namely my fondness for musical minutiae that most people don’t give a shit about. Oh well, better now than trying to engage one of my coworkers in a debate over whether Jack and Meg White are married or siblings or something like that, I suppose ;)
Also! Thanks to
bubblewrapper for the phone call, and helping me to kill a good half hour here. If anyone else is feeling restless between the hours of 12-7 this week and wants to chat, your calls would be more than welcome.