New Yorker music critic, Sasha Frere-Jones, links to a great New York Times piece called The Graying of the Record Store.
I worked for several years in one and my years there define who I am more than any other occupational experience I have had since. I wasn't the sullen one or the one who lived to judge you based on your musical preference. In fact, in all of my years there, I never had a co-worker whom I would describe as "sullen." Some would judge you, of course. But so what? You were buying music that moved you and we were selling it. Fair transaction.
Give me a few days and I will do my best to write a bit about the beauty of those years for me. I'll leave you now with a few questions: What was your favorite workplace from your past? Why is it in your past? What is your dream job?
5 comments:
My favorite job, hands down, was my first job....Country Music Hall of Fame. Now, I would not still want to be guiding tourists through there today, but, my dream job would be something I could do something with all these facts and figures I have in my head and get paid for it.
Personal shopper.
Or party planner.
Both jobs would be fantastic with an unlimited budget.
Ah the memories of that little store:
"Like a light!"
Billy Burnette's discovery of the Fleetwood Mac box.
Free tickets to see the Tower of Power.
And...
Zombie Man!
Oh yeah... and I was sullen.
I've only had 3 jobs my entire life, most of them in the same field (printing and publishing).
I can't say it was my favorite, but I worked a nightshift at a huge printing press in the early 80s. I was an innocent, drug-free little girl in the midst of a bunch of inky, stoned, perverts. It was like M*A*S*H, only with printers, not surgeons. Ha! And I was Radar O'Reilly.
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