My copy of Mrs. Dalloway died in my hands last week so I took my lunch hour to go buy a new one. I went to the super-mega bookstore near here and found 5 editions that all sucked chipmunk ass. Shitty paper and horrible fonts and ugly ass covers edited by Carrothead or whatever chump was passing through the publisher's office that day...So I went to go find a used copy instead.
Near work, right in the middle of financial-land, there is a pretty decent little independent cd store with used books. The delapitated little house that it's in, sticks out amongst the glass tower blocks like a barn owl piloting a rocket ship. I couldn't find Mrs. Dalloway but I needed Between the Acts also, so I got that. A proper edition. At the counter, I re-enacted a High Fidelity scene with the guy working there. Basically, I asked what was playing and ended up buying it. Just like when John Cusak put on the Beta Band and everybody started digging it. I kept expecting Jack Black to come racing out of the back, yelling "A Cosby sweater!". The difference being, this time, the guy wasn't trying to sell a bunch of copies because he only had one and when I told him his selling tactics worked on me, he said he was actually kind of hoping he wouldn't sell it because he was really into it. I asked him if he was sure he didn't want to keep it for himself. He hesitated and then assured me that it was okay. That's probably just how I would run a record store too: "Wait, don't buy that from me, I want to keep it! As a matter of fact, everyone out of my store, you're all annoying me with your presence."
The cd is Bows and Arrows by the Walkmen. Apparently it was a critics darling in 2004 and had songs ending up on the OC but don't let that stop you from checking it out, if you had previously arbitrarily ignored this band, like I had.
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