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Record Riot Revolution

I buy records to listen to at my pad on hot summer days with fans blowing in all directions, smoking cigarettes with Turkish coffee, in some idyllic vision…

Story and Photos by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com

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It was a rainy American Sunday, depressing and gray like the view of the sky from an open casket. I rose in the brutal pre-church crowd hours on this bloody sabbath to check out Record Riot Day. Took the L to the God awful G and got out in Little Poland (Greenpoint). The event was going all day, but I was willing to arrive two hours early and pay the extra seventeen dollars to dig my hands in the virgin crates before they were pillaged by the general population. I only had twenty clams in my pocket and was determined to make them count.

Bitches Brew photo©Teo J. Babini

The crowd at the Warsaw was… Eccentric, to say the least. Real record freaks of all shapes and sizes. The thing is, I’m not a “collector”. I buy records to listen to at my pad on hot summer days with fans blowing in all directions, smoking cigarettes with Turkish coffee, in some idyllic vision of my self as wild type writer in the fashion of Hemingway and Kerouac spilling vinyl vibes into my eternal ink well. Or the romantic gypsy gesture of red wine and wax with some little sweaty angel lounging naked in my sheet nest smiling and laughing with beautiful eyes, sex hair curtained, listening to my madness as it drips into her ears. To this end, the selection was overwhelming.

Genre Crates photo©Teo J. Babini

Too many boxes, not enough time and patience. The little cardboard genre tabs helped a bit, but most of the good stuff was well over budget, some prices soaring into the hundreds. In the end, it came down to “Otis Redding’s Best” for my whole stack, or an obscure Beatles album with one of my favorite tracks (Can’t Buy Me Love) and the soundtrack of “Black Orpheus” by Luis Bonfa (Brazilian). I went for the B’s. My final judgement: superior selection, not for the casual browser or shallow pocketed. I’ll see youz at the dollar bin.

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