I realize the answer is probably, "Everyone...? What rock have you been living under, Jennsen?" And it's not like I didn't know Record Store Day *existed.* But despite being a passionate lover of music, I'm not a vinyl afficionado, nor am I a hipster (which probably isn't even a thing any longer....).
But Collective Soul sent me an email saying they had an exclusive record out for Record Store Day, and it's a nice, sunny, spring Saturday, so Mr. Jennsen and I decide to jaunt out to the local record store.....
Where we find a line of 50 people! What is this madness? The doors open and everyone crowds in, running for the special "Record Store Day" racks so they can fight over 1 of the 3 copies of the special record by their niche artist of choice. I'm taken back and a little confused about what I have wandered into, but nonetheless determined. So I jostle with the best of them, suppressing my inner introvert urge to go hide in a corner from the sea of humanity.
But, nope, denied. Collective Soul is all already gone. Because apparently some people camped out overnight??? *sigh* However, while I was jostling, Mr. Jennsen was browsing the rest of the store, and he came up with the Brandi Carlile record for me, so, cool.
I think I mentioned that it was a beautiful spring Saturday, so we decided to hop down the road to Spokane, where there are many more record stores (honestly, a disproportionate number for the city's size; not sure what's up with that).
First stop, nope. But they had hindu love gods, so it's all good. Next stop, also no...but they had Joe and a double-dose of Muse. At this point, I figure I'm SOL, but now we're on an adventure, so we press on. Third stop? They just sold out, dangit. Fourth stop - SCORE! Last copy.
I got my prize. And wayyyy more records than we left the house intending to bring home.
