Whammed
I’ve been on a CD-buying spree. Yes, I still buy them. I don’t trust LimeWire since my iMac’s hard drive crashed, and my cheapo .mp3 player can’t accept songs from the iTunes store. So I’m kicking it 1998 style. Anyway, I strutted into Earwax on Bedford Avenue Sunday morning — partly because I was hungry for still more music, and partly because it’s one of the only stores that opens in Hipster Williamsburg before noon. It’s a decently hip record store, I guess. I can’t totally tell. There’s no Billy Joel in the store window and there are posters for things like “Vampyros lesbos” so it FELT cool. And I like the name Earwax.
I get a bit self-conscious about what [...]