Record shop clerks with attitude
Sunday, April 8th, 2007I walked into Red Eye records in the city this morning after a long walk/jog around the harbour. Flicked through new releases and some second hand records upstairs, but I eventually realised the record I was after wasn’t going to leap out at me.
I stepped up to the counter and waited for someone to help. And waited and waited. Two staff wandered within a metre or two of me looking at t-shirts and chatting. Finally a girl walked up to the counter.
I was short on details but I knew it was by Robyn and had the word ‘bitches’ in the song title – Trentemoller’s remix of ‘Konichiwa Bitches’ by Swedish songstress Robyn, I heard it on Stu Buchanan’s final Sunday night Fat Planet show a few weeks ago – staring right through me, she walked to the PC and apparently googled my clues. She said nothing came up.
I got home and googled the same clues. The song took up the entire first page of hits.
Lots of my friends work in record shops or labels, so going into record shops is mostly a pretty great experience, but that slapped me straight back into high school. Back then record shops could get away with that High Fidelity type action – like Central holding premo Clear records behind the counter for friends back in the early ’90s – but that stupid attitude doesn’t cut it now when music fans are paying a premium to buy at the local shop rather than getting tracks faster, cheaper and with better range online.

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