Platinum Tour
Flashing back on my first visit to a used record store
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“Are you sure this is legal?” I asked Devin as we walked east on Melrose. It was the middle of May 1979, just a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday.
Devin looked at me as if I’d suddenly grown a second head. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know, man — it just seems weird to me that you can just go out and buy used records. Like, don’t the record companies get mad?”
“Who cares if they get mad?” he laughed. “I buy most of my albums at this place. It’s cheaper, and sometimes they have records you can’t find at Tower.”
We arrived at our destination — Rene’s All Ears Records, on the corner of Melrose and Spaulding, right across from Fairfax High School. The outside of the place looked funky and rundown, a far cry from the glitzy retail beacon that was Tower Records on Sunset. Welp, no turning back now, I thought to myself; I just hope we don’t somehow get in trouble for this…