It’s my wedding anniversary today and once again I am too far away from home to celebrate with anything more than a wank and a bowl of ravioli (not necessarily in that order). I really need to get my personal geography sorted before I loose the gift of communication with other human’s completely. If only I had the patience or brain capacity for a second language maybe then I would turn into an honest to God social butterfly and flitter my way to a planet sized promotion not just at work but also in my social life.
Anyway, enough of that sort of thing. Have you ever been to Ernest Tubb’s records on Broadway in Nashville? I have, that’s why this is a review of Grimey’s records instead. Historically the former obviously has the upper hand and holds a very special place in the hearts of anybody even remotely dedicated to Country, Bluegrass or Elvis style Rock and also Roll. To put it into context (oooh he loves his context this one) owner Ernest Tubb was inducted into the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame on the same day in November 2009 as Charlie Daniels and Kid Rock. His original shop, opened in 1947 was bang smack in the middle of what was for many the epicentre of the musical world and has no doubt been home to some real record based history. Sadly today, despite it’s name, it’s not exactly what you would call a record shop.
If you were to look at the shops inventory you would no doubt find a larger section dedicated to Country and Western based souvenirs than you would records. I did however find a sealed copy of the soundtrack to 'The Owl and the Pussycat' featuring Barbara Streisand here… Unless I am very much mistaken and I bought this at the shop next door. Memory is hazy, alcohol was involved and it was a hot summer night in Nashville. Anyway onto the subject of this review, an entirely different record shop – Grimey’s.
Grimey’s is great. Over the past few years it has built up something of a reputation for itself for in-store appearances. If you recall, the Pavement reunion very famously didn’t happen here a while back. Anyway, great layout, lots of staff picks, separate used vinyl section where I forgot to buy a back up copy of Yoko Ono's 'Fly' for twenty bucks (What is it with ‘Fly’? It’s becoming a kind of barometer for good record shops). If I had any real interest in CDs and such this place would be a veritable goldmine. Famous for its participation in the US wide ‘Record Shop Day’ as well as for it’s sales I imagine it’s the kind of place you can always find something. And again, I could have been drunk but I swear there was a bar underneath where you could buy hot dogs.
I was there with my friend Pete and the trip sticks in mind not least because I seem to remember he was ‘packing’. Nashville being one of the last places in the US you can still conceal a fire arm with the appropriate license. Luckily that particular trip did not require the discharging of any weaponry, though the afternoon spent shooting the living fuck out of a practice range was a very different matter.
Funnily enough I came away completely empty handed – I was in one of those inbetweener ruts where I didn’t really know what I wanted. Speaking from a financial perspective this is something that I wish would happen more often, though you do run the risk of buying for the sake of buying and accumulating huge piles of utter kack and exploring avenues that you always knew were going to be tits: Late period Kinks, post ‘Arena’ Duran Duran, ‘interesting’ looking ‘World’ records specifically on the Topic and Nonesuch labels….
Anyway, should you be in Nashville I whole heartedly recommend a trip to Grimey’s just as soon as you have done the rounds at the Country Music Hall of Fame.