Today was my last trip to the record store for what may be a long time.
My girlfriend and I are leaving San Francisco and moving to Illinois, where I’m originally from. I love the Bay Area—how could anyone not love this place?—but we’re broke. We’ve got jobs waiting for us in Illinois, but here, we’re barely making ends meet.
I intend to move back here when I can afford to, but in the meantime, I’m going to miss this place. I’ll especially miss the record stores here, and the venues. It’ll be hard saying goodbye to Thee Parkside.
So I went down to Green Apple Books—at the corner of 6th and Clement, if you’ve never been there—and exchanged a bunch of old books and CD’s I don’t want anymore for store credit, and went on what might be my last record-buying binge for some time.
If it weren’t for the Buzzcocks CD playing on my stereo, I’d probably be crying right now.