I was involved in a typically heated debate recently with an equally pedantic friend about the proper pronunciation of the title of the second and final studio album by Joy Division, Closer. My friend argued that the title was intended to be read as an adjective, i.e. nearer in proximity ala "let me get closer to you, baby" etc. I wearily and frownily countered -- and I still believe I'm absolutely correct, of course -- that the proper reading of the title of the album is that of a noun, as in that which closes, like a door or the cover of a book. Or, in keeping with the circumstances of Joy Division's frontman Ian Curtis (who took his own life shortly before the release of the album), the lid of a coffin. Of course, we could both be right, and it's simply a dual-pronged play on words. But I still think I'm right. That Closer came prior to the compilation dubbed Still only further validates my argument.
In this the deadest of seasons, I seem to be surrounded by that which closes. Every time I walk around the block during my lunch break at work, another hapless Broadway show has shuttered its doors and closed. When I walk through my own neighborhood, it seems another shop, bar or restaurant has failed to meet the demands of this economy and closed its doors for good. For some reason, I always find the closing of a restaurant to be particularly heartbreaking (more so than, say, the closing of a shoe store or cell phone emporium). Restaurants require -- to misappropriate a line from Winston Churchill -- blood, sweat and tears. They demand someone with heart, vision and a desire to not only meet a need but excel beyond that need (nobody strives to open a merely adequate restaurant). And there's something about the offering of food that makes it extra personal. Someone carefully planned the menu and imagined the fare and took pains to present it in a palatable way. When those endeavors collapse, I just find it kinda tragic. There's a restaurant down West 10th street, for example, that just closed. I walked by it earlier this week with my wife. Only a couple of short months ago, we'd dined there with friends, celebrating the christening of my son. The food wasn't exceptionally bad, but it wasn't much to sing about either. Still, we ate and laughed and had many drinks and had a splendid time within its walls. It's now just an empty room that someone's dream once briefly occupied.
So, in keeping with this somewhat melancholy theme of closings, I've composed a rundown of long-lost record stores (one of the exceptionally few subjects I can bluster about with any semblance of authority) which have sadly closed for good. There were hundreds to choose from, of course. When I first started getting into music when I was still in grade school (shopping for Kiss albums or the Pink Floyd and Queen records my sister hadn't already brought into the house), I used to go to Disc-O-Mat on 59th and Lexington or Record Explosion on 36th and Fifth Avenue. Later on, when I started getting into Punk Rock, I'd hit Crazy Eddie's -- there was one on 57th between 3rd and 2nd and another one near me (originally on 83rd and Third before moving uptown a few blocks to 86th). These places were fine and close to home and all, but I don't think I really discovered the singular joys New York City could offer a budding music fan until I started venturing further downtown. Between West 8th Street, Bleeker Street, St.Mark's Place and a hundred points in-between, there were several great, independent Mom'n'Pop record shops -- staffed by endearingly surly Punk Rockers or aging hipsters in ill-fitting leather vests and Roger McGuin glasses. Places like Midnight Records on 23rd street (gone), Free Being on St.Mark's (later to briefly de-camp to Carmine Street -- now gone), Lunch For Your Ears in Soho (gone)... these places stocked the hard-to-find, less widely distributed stuff. Their regular clientele weren't about to come in asking for Journey or Whitney Houston albums. These dusty, cramped little shops were enclaves of bold, underground music. And for a kid just starting to discover a whole world of exciting new sounds and sensibilities, these places were like churches. Herewith a handful of my very favorites.
Second Coming Records -235 Sullivan Street
I still remember walking into Second Coming for the first time. The walls and ceiling were covered with giant-sized posters of bands whose albums you couldn't even begin to find at any place uptown. The record bins were full of amazing import 12" singles and albums. There was an enviable selection of singles and 45's behind the counter -- staffed, for a while, by a surprisingly friendly British gent with a big fuck-off mohawk and arms covered in Stranglers tattoos. The big draw for the place, after a while, became their staggering collection of "live cassettes" (i.e. bootleg recordings) from a wide selection of bands. I swiftly became a regular customer - decorating the walls of my freshman year dormitory room with their posters and filling my record collection with their prized imports. Second Coming expanded after a few years, taking over the shop next door to house their selection of compact discs. The operation's undoing, however, ended up being their enviable bootlegs. In a big crackdown in the mid-90's, the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) stepped up its efforts to stymie copyright infringement, seizing the shop's biggest attraction and crippling the establishment in the process. Read a more authoritative account right here. They soldiered on for a while, but never truly recovered from the bust, eventually closing up shop for good. The spaces that Second Coming formerly occupied are now a take-out Mexican joint and a tattoo parlor (yeah -- `cos we really needed more of those). I think it's since been removed, but for a great many years after its closing, Second Coming's broken neon sign was still visible. No more, though.
Venus Records -West 8th Street and then later 13 St. Mark's Place
I can't remember when my friend Rob B. and I first discovered Venus Records. Originally located towards the 6th Avenue end of West 8th Street, Venus was found through a non-descript door (you'd have to be buzzed in, if I remember correctly) and up a flight of stairs. Once inside, you were met with an efficiently-layed out series of aisles, featuring packed record bins economically arranged to fully maximize the shop's somewhat cramped space. Presentation was fairly key at Venus, and the shop -- like many other of my faves -- specialized in imports (I remember prizing the 12" of Killing Joke "Adorations" there, and then sitting on the shop's steps, stupefied by the single's hair-gel-frenzied sleeve -- what had happened to my band??). After a couple of years, Venus moved East to a prime spot on St. Mark's Place (the spot featured in the photo at the top of this post -- adjacent to 13 St.Mark's Place, briefly home to Brit comedian, Peter Cook and Richard Butler of the Psychedelic Furs). Speaking of the Psychedelic Furs, Venus Records (the W.8th Street location) is fleetingly seen in all its glory in the `Furs' video for "Run and Run" (crammed with big-haired refugees from a John Hughes film). In any case, Venus lasted on St. Mark's for quite a while, before downgrading to a bargain-bin disc shop and eventually closing its doors for good. I'm not sure what became of the original location, but I want to say it became a sort've leather emporium of some dubious kind. Typical.
Rocks In Your Head - 157 Prince Street
I've already spoken about Rocks in Your Head here before, but suffice it to say, its recent departure from Manhattan is sorely unfortunate (and, as far as I'm concerned, moving to Brooklyn is pretty much equivalent to closing for good -- or at least until I move to Brooklyn myself.) In any case, Rocks was a cool little basement storefront tucked on Prince Street between Thompson and West Broadway that was one of the longest running shops of its kind downtown (along with remarkably-still-there Bleeker Bob's). Run by a gent named Ira, Rocks boasted an enviable selection of vinyl LPs, discs, cassettes, posters, music-related books and t-shirts (I bought my first ever Killing Joke t-shirt there, actually -- the cover of the Almost Red single). If I remember correctly, they even had a little ice cream stand in the back of the place for a while in the mid-80's. As time went on (and rents spiraled ever upwards), Rocks in Your Head started renting DVDs (sadly taking up space that would've otherwise hosted the less populist material). Eventually Ira succumbed and closed up shop, decamping to Brooklyn (again, effectively ceasing to exist in my book). The space Rocks occupied for so many years now plays host to a vile real estate office. Click here to check out Gothamist's take on it -- and the cheeky bastards ripped off my picture!
Route 66 - 258 Bleecker Street, and then later 99 MacDougal Street 
Route 66 Records started off as a nice, spacious and bright compact disc shop on Bleecker Street (right around where Cornelia Street meets it). The guitar player from Interpol, Daniel Kessler worked there for a while, but the main dude behind the counter was an obsessively knowledgable and easily excitable gent named Andy (pictured at left, circa April, 1998). Andy and I became fast friends, and I stopped in regularly to check out what was new (Andy also had a knack for getting things early, and knew what stuff I'd be looking for -- making it a point to put that stuff aside for me, which was jolly nice of him). Andy also turned me onto a slew of then-new bands, from Queens of the Stone Age (Andy was one of their earliest champions) through err......Kula Shaker. I'm not quite sure why, but the operation was forced to move to MacDougal Street after a year or so, to a much smaller space. The shop lasted there for another year or so until it eventually shut its doors. Andy was miserable with the place by this point anyway, and was probably relieved that it was over with. I've only run into him once since the end of Route 66, but I wish him well wherever he is. Since that incarnation of the shop closed, it's changed hands a number of times, and is now a cheap sushi joint, I believe (while the Route 66's original roost on Bleecker is now home to the expanded Murray's Cheese Shop). Somewhat ironically, Route 66's MacDougal Street location was located directly above the former spot of....
99 Record - 99 MacDougal Street
99 Records was in the basement level of the afore-mentioned space that housed Route 66 a good decade or so later. The story of 99 Records (pronounced "Nine Nine") is a long and distinguished one, and I'll let this article fill you in on its august legacy but speaking from personal experience, 99 had the most enviable collection of indescribably hard to find 7" singles from obscure Punk, Hardcore and No Wave bands than you could ever want. A somewhat cramped, dank, tiny space, going into 99 really felt like you were entering the underground both literally and figuratively. I remember buying a couple of choice Misfits 7"s there (notably "Halloween") as well as The White E.P. by San Francisco's arguably lamentable Pop-O-Pies (they rule, you don't). The guys at 99 were nice enough to give me a lovely promo poster for The Meatmen's We're the Meatmen And You Suck.. but absolutely wouldn't budge when I tried to buy a vintage poster of --- WAIT FOR IT -- Killing Joke from them (which, I'm very sad to say, might have caused me to stop shopping there for a while in protest -- I'm petty like that). In any case, 99 Records shut it's door sometime at the dawn of the 90's. The space was occupied for a while by an Indian restaurant (whose tag-line -- I absolutely shit you not -- was "for When You Feel Like a Little Indian"), and was later taken over by some shitty after-hours bar. I've no idea what it is today, as I walk down that strip of MacDougal as infrequently as possible. You should also check out this tribute page to 99 Records on MySpace.
It's Only Rock'n'Roll -West 8th Street
Technically more of a curio emporium than a workaday record store, It's Only Rock and Roll was a self-styled "rock and roll museum" with a pronounced leaning towards classic rock and heavy metal. As such, you weren't likely to find anything especially hip, undiscovered or underground therein, but their supply of rock memorabilia was dizzying. Every square inch of the place was crammed with stuff -- and moving about in the store was often a chore. I dimly remember that they had the Kiss pinball machine in the back which I coveted. I'm not exactly sure why, but they shut their doors at some point in the very early 90's, but they continue to work the rock memorabilia/record festival circuit. Check out their website here.
Wowsville - 2nd Avenue between 7th Street & St. Mark's Place
A relatively recent departure, Wowsville was a comparatively short-lived little shop on 2nd Avenue just south of St. Mark's Place that was a NYC Punk Rock fan's paradise. Owned and operated by a somewhat geekily bespectacled Spanish dude whose name escapes me, Wowsville specialized in all-things-Ramone (the shop acted as a veritable shrine for the fallen brudders once they started to gradually expire). It was also a haven for hardcore, glam-rock, garage rock, proto-Punk and increasingly-hard-to-find vintage vinyl. Slathered within its hot pink exterior, the walls of Wowsville were covered with arcane rock posters, hot rod art, original paintings by Dee Dee Ramone, and era-specific photography from luminary punk photogs like Godlis, Roberta Bayley, Bob Gruen, etc. My biggest memory of Wowsville, in fact, involves a massive Roberta Bayley print. The bespectacled Spaniard had evidently acquired the large-sized print of Bayley's cover shot from the first Ramones album which had hung for years on the wall of the Lakeside Lounge in the East Village (it used to hang above the jukebox, across from the photo booth). I'm not sure how he prized it from the Lakeside, but he displayed it (replete with someone's gum stuck to the frame) like the "Mona Lisa" on the main wall of Wowsville. My friend Rob D. -- a former Lakeside regular, erstwhile East Villager and seismic Ramones-head -- came into Wowsville with me one day, saw the print and flipped out. The negotiations began at once. "Name your price," said Rob. "Eet's nowt for sayle," said Senor Wowsville. "C'mon, seriously," countered Rob, "I'll give you a couple of thousand for it" (I'm not sure how Rob was actually planning to pay for this, but he was completely sincere).
The back'n'forthing continued. My wife, Peggy, was with us as well, sipping a cup of coffee while the haggling gradually got hotter. I chimed in to the debate, offering to spot Rob if the price escalated too high (it wasn't really a risk, as El Wow was simply not budging). Meanwhile, a guy wanders into the shop with a loaf of French bread and turns to my wife. "I've got the bread, you've got the coffee," he says, "let's go make a morning of it." Peggy starts laughing, and I get distracted. The Punk Rock matador had heard enough. "Aye am not selling theees picture!" he asserts. With that, he turns up the in-house stereo, drowning out Rob's further entreaties with Wayne County & the Electric Chairs. Having seen my wife hit upon and my friend denied, I decide that it's high time to decamp from Wowsville. We left, and I don't think I ever went back. I think it closed about six months later. Maybe if he'd sold us that photograph, he'd have been able to keep that lease. Oh well. It's a very un-Punk cell phone outlet today. Visit Wowsville's inactive website here.
I could keep going -- there are scores of record and disc shops that have vanished in the last several years, either due to escalating rents or indirectly because of the sprawling convenience of the internet (who needs to go combing through dusty record store bins for some elusive CD single when you can just as simply click a few keys on your computer and get it from eBay without even having to put your pants on). Moreover, in this era of digital downloading, the marketplace -- let alone cultural landscape -- has changed dramatically. Today's young music fans hear, learn about and consume music in an entirely different manner than we did when I was in my teens. There are still holdouts, though. Age-old spots like the afore-mentioned Bleeker Bob's on West 3rd Street, Rebel Rebel on Bleeker Street and the Downtown Music Gallery (now on the Bowery) are still going open and operating, despite an invariable drop in foot-traffic. But their numbers are dwindling. Seek them out and support them while you can.
I've never heard anyone argue about the pronunciation of the title of the 2nd Joy Division album, but I have to say your friend is correct. You must like being contrary?
99 actually closed in the mid 80's. '84 or '85.
This is a very cool posting...a great trip down memory lane. Thank you.
Posted by: Tim | March 09, 2007 at 09:27 AM
p.s. Thank you for the mention of the 99 myspace page - thats mine.
Posted by: Tim | March 09, 2007 at 09:34 AM
It's not that I like being contrary, it's that I enjoy being right. And until Messrs. Sumner, Hook and Morris tell me differently, I'm sticking with my pronunciation (and I'm not alone).
And I didn't realize that 99 closed that much earlier. It couldn't have been earlier than `85, tho'. I don't think, at least.
And cheers for the kind words.
Posted by: Alex in NYC | March 09, 2007 at 12:04 PM
If I remember correctly, 99 the label was done by sometime in '84. The record store may have stayed open thru sometime in '85 but definitely no longer. However, the clothing part (99X) stayed open, has been in several locations, and continues to do business on 10th btwn 3rd & 4th where they've been for a while now. Ed Bahlman's old girlfriend, Gina, does not own it anymore though.
I realized there was no mention of Free Being here...
Posted by: Tim | March 10, 2007 at 08:23 AM
Perhaps you should read it again.
Posted by: Alex in NYC | March 10, 2007 at 09:01 AM
I used to work for Second Coming Records in Cambridge.. I'm not surprised in the least that they were shuttered. It was an odd store to work in, the owner was-how to say this delicately?- not the most up-and-up guy I'd ever met. A large amount of the non-bootleg stock was reportedly ill-gotten goods... don't know how true that was, but I know that when I moved to Planet Records, I saw how the model could work and not be sleazy.
Posted by: Amanda | August 19, 2007 at 07:09 PM
The greatest store New York City ever had was of course in Hoboken New Jersey! Pier Platters it was and never a better joint for indie, alternative, punk, ska or reggae. It was a sad day when it closed and the area has never had a store that carried so many 7" singles since.
Posted by: Matthew Kaplan | September 09, 2007 at 08:11 PM
DISCOPHILE!! South side of 8th street, somewhere between MacDougal and Mercer. Basement entrance. This was, at first, pretty much the only place to get UK punk 45s. Prior to that they had been pretty much the first stop for import UK prog-rock and such.
DAYTON, 12th street and Broadway. They were mainly for jazz aficionados -- but in the early-to-mid 70s they were one of the best sources for rare 60s LPs, and the prices weren't bad. Gone by the late 80s -- in fact the building they were in was later used for the perennial outdoor establishing-shot on the TV show "Mad About You."
PANTASIA. I can't recall exactly where this was, nor can I find anyone that remembers the place. ;) It was on 2nd Ave, a couple of blocks south of Free Being. Very good source for obscure UK punk and new wave in '78 or so.
Posted by: Mike Fornatale | September 13, 2007 at 11:50 AM
Glad to know others remember, sometimes it feel so much has been erased that those times didn't seem real...i was a regular Venus Records Saturday shopper when they were on 8th Street...I used to live around the corner from Free Being and remember that woman Annette with the black mohawk and her english boyfriend from"Broken Bones"working there...great blog by the way!
Posted by: lisanne | October 04, 2007 at 12:05 AM
I remember that the most powerful crushes I had as an adolescent in the '80s, were on the cute, hipster guys that worked in the record stores. Beginning with Hans, the headbanger at Crazy Eddie's, I had many love affairs with record store boys in my head. In NYC, I loved 99, Free Being, Rocks in Your Head; Pier Platters and Crazy Rhythms in NJ, and Mad Platters in Westchester (Later to become Record Stop, then Rockin' Rex). The most fun I ever had at a job was working in a record store. With the internet making the hunt for music treasures such a solitary experience, I guess the music-head kids today must feel kind of isolated a lot of the time. They probably would have enjoyed the pursuit, the culture, and the accompanying interactions with like minded kids in record stores, which often led to the forming of bands, friendships, and even romance. Even though I don't like it when people older than me reflect on their youth as if it were ideal, I don't envy the cool kids these days. My teens, no matter how frustrating and awful they seemed at the time, are looking a lot better these days. At least there were those moments of belonging, discovery and passion... and finding yourself reaching for that same Delta 5 7" as that cutie you've been eyeing...
Posted by: Alissa | October 12, 2007 at 05:25 PM
I worked for two year at the Disc-o-Mat in Riveredge NJ, their flagship store. As a teen, collecting Who albums, a friend and I used to venture to the village once a month and visit many of these stores, Bleaker Bob's, St. Marks Sound, etc. seeking out rarities, imports, and bootlegs. It was such an experience. I'll never forget the time we were in one of them (I forget which one) around the time Tower Records was just opening in the market, and we asked the bohemian clerk behind the counter where it was. Her response was priceless: "It's up the block on Broadway, you can't miss it, it's 'so Californian'" My friend and I laughed all the way to the store
Posted by: David | November 05, 2007 at 07:47 AM
I didn't know Rocks In Your Head had closed. Shit. Second Coming was the first downtown shop I ever bought something at.
I had to pick up some toys yesterday...an errand for my wife. I went into Toys R Us at the Tower Records site. There are dolls in the jazz section.
Posted by: Michael | December 08, 2007 at 04:32 PM
Another one bites the dust, possibly?: http://c60crew.blogspot.com/2008/02/downtown-music-gallery-needs-your-help.html
Posted by: robin | February 27, 2008 at 02:49 PM
YES, PANTASIA - Originally on broadway, corner of Dykeman street in washington heights, then second avenue like maybe between 5th and 6th streets, then moved to yonkers. Joel ran it...a genius and absolutely the best import shop, especially pre-punk ie. lots of krautrock and pubrock etc...ALSO, earlier on, Discount records on 8th street corner of fifth ave. early 70's....maybe before your time I think closed around 1974.
Posted by: lawrence | March 19, 2008 at 03:02 PM
Boy, I can't wait for Vintage Vinyl in Fords, NJ to close... what's taking so long?
Posted by: Duder | October 20, 2008 at 11:07 AM
Great stuff. I came across this site while searching for info on Pantasia. I lived in the Bronx and Pantasia wasn't too far from the 204th Street Bridge. Which brings me to the point. I seem to be a bit older than you and most of your commenters (born in 1952), but while definitely a child of the 60's I still love punk and new wave and frequented so many of the places you list. I have all the Killing Joke singles and that only scratches the surface. Yeah I had a vinyl habit, a plastic junkie faithful to my drug. Record stores, (which back then were starting to emerge from the old music stores that sold instruments and sheet music et al), record stores were so new back in the 60's it was like being a kid in a candy store. So it was eye opening when, circa 1974, I came across this record store, Pantasia, in the upper reaches of Manhattan. I still have their clear plastic business card to this day. Card graphics run the gamut today, but I had never seen such a card like it back then. It added to the perplexing motif of the place. It was a small store with a limited selection, but there, in my tentative browsing, is where I stumbled across Fripp and Eno's No Pussyfooting and King Crimson's import of Earthbound. Whoa! What's this!? Fripp? Eno? A King Crimson import! Hmmmmm... I think I paid something like $9.98 for it, which was a hefty price in those days when a domestic LP was still under four dollars. But hey, it was Fripp and the cover was so cool and it was as if it was my little mysterious secret. It turned out to be one of my cherished albums. Later I got a job teaching at the Manhattan Occupational Training Center, a city school on Houston off Varick, for learning disabled kids and it was during those years (1974-79) that I frequented many of the stores talked about here. In fact a very good friend of mine lived at 240 Sullivan Street, directly across the street from Second Coming and above the Italian-American club. I was there a lot, Second Coming not the Italian-American club. I still have a black 45 sized bag from the place. Yeah that's how nuts I am. I still have bags from these places. I remember their singles were in some sort of theft protective fiberglass box you had to flip through. I could go on and on about this. In any case great memories. Thanks so much...
Posted by: Michael | January 07, 2009 at 11:46 AM
One of my rarest records came to me in the mail from Pantasia. It is Silver Faces by Doggerel Bank. Pantasia was at 200th and Broadway.
Posted by: Mitchell | January 24, 2009 at 03:17 AM
You'll be happy to know that the Joy Division documentary released a few years ago (and available in full on PooTube) refers to Closer many, many times. However, NOT the way you think it should be pronounced! The boys in New Order are pretty clear about it.
Posted by: GG Allin | September 22, 2011 at 02:09 AM
That's nice, but what matters is how Ian pronounced it.
Posted by: Alex in NYC | September 22, 2011 at 07:41 AM
lookin for info (& photos) about the lifespan of Joey Psychotic Decurzio's record shop on avenue A. I recently discovered a short 2008 film "gravity". The screenplay was based on a day in the shop:
the tagline reads:
"Lower East Side record store owner Joey Psychotic has a bad day when his debts catch up to him."
would love to get some dialogue goin' about this fading memory. i think he closed down sometime around '94-95?
Posted by: paul a | April 06, 2012 at 01:12 PM
Thanks for the reminiscing. Reading the piece five years after it was written, I wonder if you considered including Kims. . .or was that too video-oriented?
I have lived in northern Manhattan since I moved to NYC in the 70s, so must admit I was not a regular customer of the record shops you listed (ignoring Bleeker Bobs, which is arguably still in business). Then again, I came downtown enough to at least know about them. I think 99 Records impressed me the most - in part because they were promoting their own label. For inexplicable reasons I was also fascinated with their imported shoe inventory - not that I've ever bought a pair of Doc Martens.
Glad to hear from others about Pantasia Records in Inwood. It was a real hole in the wall, as I recall, and I still wonder how it stayed in business for any length of time. Well, fortunately, it was in business when I went there to buy my first imported "punk" albums: The Clash and Never Mind the Bullocks, Meet the Sex Pistols. If the store hadn't been mentioned in the Village Voice, I'm not sure I would have ever heard of the place.
I've found one other record store in Washington Heights/Inwood the past 35 years, and it's only worth mentioning because it existed for any length of time in the area. Well, that and the fact it was located underground in an entrance to the A train stop on 181st St. Can't even recall the name of the place, but I think I only bought one album there - if that. The surprising thing was that by shifting to VHS rentals they kept the business afloat for a few more years (though they relocated to an above-ground store front across the street).
Posted by: Eric Hansen | September 14, 2012 at 04:39 PM
i use to like golden disc bleecker near 6th?
Posted by: lee | December 09, 2012 at 10:44 AM
I linked this story an an ILM post, Alex:
http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?showall=true&bookmarkedmessageid=4188742&boardid=41&threadid=95728
Posted by: Brian O'Neill | March 12, 2013 at 03:53 PM
Mid-eighties there was a great record shop up on the east side...wanna say 81st ans 2nd ave. killing me that I can't remember the name.
Posted by: JoE | February 19, 2014 at 09:01 AM
I own thousands of records from the 70's and more than half free being record store on 2nd ave . I loved it
Posted by: Rosemberg NW | May 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM
I used to shop at Pantasia in Inwood regularly as a teenager. I remember going there right after school to pick up the the Clash's "London Calling" the day it was released in the U.S., ah the smell of UK pressings and sleeves, it was so different! The bigger thrill that day came from looking at the cover and realizing I saw that now infamous moment of Paul Simenon smashing his bass guitar as it happened when the band played the Palladium some months before. Another strong memory is buying a supposed Sex Pistols "Live" album which turned out to be alternate studio cuts. I was so annoyed that it wasn't what Joel said it was that I took the bus all the way back to the store from Riverdale to return it (which he graciously let me do). Of course what I returned is now well known as the "Spunk" album, oh well didn't know any better back then!
Posted by: Eric Rosenberg | September 19, 2014 at 12:34 AM
I'm curious as to why no one has mentioned FOOTLIGHT RECORDS on W. 12th Street (former on 3rd Avenue & 13th St.)
Posted by: RLB | May 21, 2015 at 11:10 PM
Well, RLB, that's because -- at the time of this post's writing -- FOOTLIGHTS was still open.
Posted by: Alex in NYC | May 22, 2015 at 07:59 AM
does anyone remember Pyramid Records on 7th and 22nd?
Posted by: Stephen Hausler | September 24, 2015 at 02:46 PM
In 1974 I did a 'Greyhound Bus' tour of the States. At some point while in NY, I picked up a secondhand vinyl copy of Gary Burton's "Seven Songs for Quartet and Chamber Orchestra". It still has its Free Being sticker on it, with price $2 and phone number 212-250-1774. Still treasured!
Hope that helps with the nostalgia.
Posted by: Ed Lake (from the UK) | October 13, 2015 at 02:13 PM
I grew up on Bleecker St & MacDougal. Bleecker St is spelled with a "c"....just sayin'.
Posted by: Strumelia.blogspot.com | October 26, 2015 at 03:08 PM
Kappy's was the record store on 181st & Ft. Washington Avenue
Posted by: Tommy Taylor | February 03, 2016 at 11:27 AM
Alex, I remember that KJ poster in 99 Records. I spied it when purchasing a Bush Tetras single I seem to recall. Didn't Wowsville have another name? I don't recall the pink facade, but I remember a record store a few doors south on Second Ave from Gem Spa. Was that the same place?
Harold
San Jose, CA
Posted by: Harold Grey | October 27, 2016 at 01:35 AM
That was FreeBeing, Harold. See that here:
http://vassifer.blogs.com/alexinnyc/2013/03/back-to-freebeing.html
and here...
http://vassifer.blogs.com/alexinnyc/2015/11/back-again-to-freebeing-in-86.html
Posted by: Alex in NYC | October 27, 2016 at 12:23 PM
Sounds.StMarks Place. Was still open in 2015
Vinyl Cd. Dvd. Got the Smoking Popes Live at the Metro. Cd/Dvd for in the famous 88c section
Posted by: Alex Panowko | March 10, 2017 at 09:28 AM
Pantasia was the only good record place in Washington Heights near Dyckman St
lots of imports,promos and a pretty good prog section
Posted by: Alex Panowko | March 10, 2017 at 11:59 AM
Hello friends, my name is Enrique, congratulations for this AMAZING trip in time to 33 1/3 and 45 revolutions per minute within our memories! .. I was born in Bilbao - Spain in '55 and unfortunately I arrived very late to New Jersey New York was the year 1984 ... (like the Spirit group song) would I like to know what the most crowded streets of Records Stores of the 60s, 70s and 80s in New York? And if possible to name them to refresh the memory Of the palaces of the sound that has accompanied us in all our existence Perhaps! 8th Street or St Mark Place both legendary Greenwich Village sites? PD:..Another one so good and deep Midnight Records at
148 W 23rd St...WOW!..( it`s really closed too?) Well...that so bad!..Well..A hug from New Jersey! my friends! Https://www.facebook.com/enrique.valderrama.7?ref=br_rs
Posted by: Enrique Valderrama Bilbao | April 11, 2017 at 02:44 AM
Hi I pulled all my Yoko Ono cds out today since it is her 85th birthday, and most of them have Venus Records stickers on them. We are from Phila. and used to travel up to NY every month to buy music items, stuff we could not get here. Of course before the internet. I miss those stores, We used to spend hours checking all the goods and always found something to buy.
Posted by: Philly Girl | February 18, 2018 at 07:39 PM
Re Pantasia Recorz: Although it and its successor, Mad Platters are long gone, I do have a Mad Platters facebook page, with reminiscences and other music stuff.
Posted by: Joel Heumann | July 07, 2018 at 12:17 PM
Can anyone remember a record store at 253 (I think) Sullivan Street between Bleecker and W. 3rd? I recall that it was named Saturn Records and it was definitely open in the mid '80s. I can't find any mention of it at all on the internet but I'm sure it was there.
Posted by: Trevor | August 03, 2018 at 05:53 PM
Sorry, I confused "Saturn" with Second Coming Records at 235 Sullivan. Ignore above comment, thanks. Great blog post by the way, brings me back to the '80s collecting records all over the E and W Village.
Posted by: Trevor | August 03, 2018 at 11:17 PM
Revolver Records in San Francisco at 6th Ave on Clement St. They had the entire place lined with kookie record covers. It was quite entertaining just to stand there and pick a wall to look at. I have no idea just how much of my money ended up there but most of my records have their price stickers on them.
Posted by: Steve Windows | August 19, 2018 at 12:28 PM
From what I remember, I'm pretty sure Crazy Eddie was on 86th street between 3rd and Lexington before moving to 3rd avenue between 83rd and 84th streets.
Posted by: David | August 27, 2018 at 10:17 PM
Nope, other way around. The Third Avenue location was Music Maze (or Musical Maze) for many yeas before turning into Crazy Eddie, and then Crazy Eddie decamped to 86th in about 1984. I vividly remember buying OH NO IT'S DEVO (1982) and STUKAS OVER DISNEYLAND by the Dickies as a new release (1983) as respective new releases, and then getting NIGHTTIME by Killing Joke (1985) at the 86th St. location. I also lived on 86th at the time.
Posted by: Alex in NYC | August 28, 2018 at 10:46 AM
More about those locations here:
http://vassifer.blogs.com/alexinnyc/2013/08/punk-rockers-on-the-upper-east-side-searching-for-brian-damage.html
Posted by: Alex in NYC | August 28, 2018 at 10:46 AM
I could've sworn it was the other way around.
Oh well, either way, brings back great memories. I also grew up in the area on 83rd, 84th and 93rd streets. My mom bought me a radio when crazy eddie was on 86th. And when they were on 83rd/84th, my friends used to buy atari cartridges from there.
Posted by: David | August 28, 2018 at 05:19 PM
Thanks for the update and link to blog.
Took a trip down memory lane.
Posted by: David | August 28, 2018 at 05:25 PM
Second Coming Records was the first NYC record store I ever went to, in 1984. I remember their 45s were in a bin with a plexiglass lid that was locked. There was a hole in the center of the top of the lid big enough to put your hand through so you could take out the singles you wanted, then you had to get an associate to unlock the lid to buy the singles. I also loved Vinyl Destination on Carmine Street. That's long gone too. Thank you for the memories.
Posted by: Lyn | January 29, 2019 at 12:07 PM
My name is Marcelo Romero and I grew up on 72nd street in Manhattan. I was 12 yrs. old in 1977 when I got into music. I went to St. Ignatius School and everyday at 3pm would walk to Musical Maze a few blocks from school, especially since one of the clerks was the guitarist from The Cramps. Me and Henry Behn bought the 1st Cramps 7" there. They also began to stock bootlegs which wad great! I bought Aerosmith Look Homeward Angel and the Beatles Live In A Judo Arena and Kiss Blitz London. They sold rock posters, too. In the back they had a video arcade as well.
Posted by: Marcelo Romero | December 19, 2019 at 10:31 AM
No one ever mentions Bonaparte which I'm pretty sure was on Bleeker in the early 80s. They had a sh*t ton of amazing UK imports. Bought a sick amount of 7" there as they were always in the most pristine condition unlike Freebeing whose sleeves were always in crap condition because they kept the discs behind the counter, so the empty sleeves were always bent. Those were the golden days of record shopping!
Posted by: Wax Monster X | July 23, 2020 at 08:03 PM
To the person asking about Pyramid Records, I came onto this site trying to find their original location. They ended up on 7th @ 22nd after having situated on Mercer Street just north of Houston, maybe partnering with a bookseller, but I believe it was the same bunch, who had originally opened a store (definitely earlier than ‘78) in Alphabet City – I’m thinking maybe 6th & A? Going there, you had to keep looking over your shoulder, so not a lot of foot traffic – I’m not surprised they bailed when they could.
Posted by: Stephen0ldeSkuul | August 05, 2020 at 02:04 PM
Anyone remember Sunset rehearsal studio ? It was run by a guy named Phil... late 60’s into the late 70’s
Posted by: Kathy | December 28, 2020 at 11:16 AM
Second Coming, Revolver, It's Only Rock And Roll and Bleecker Bob's were all within walking distance of the 14th St subway stop. I grew up in Stamford, CT and my buddy Ted and I spent MANY a Saturday doing that whole circuit, expanding our collections. Great memories.
Posted by: John DiBella | March 24, 2021 at 07:30 PM
Who is listening to records in 2021? I'm listening to some early Yngwie and reminiscing about Crazy Eddie's in Westchester/White Plains, NY. Of course I remember Hans 'Headbanger' (that was his name listed on a cardboard poster, just above the metal/rock pick of the week), back in the late 70s and early 80s. We saw him at the store and talked with him just about every weekend for a few years, while browsing records. Thanks to 'Alissa' for posting about Hans here, back in 2007. That's how I found this site, with a quick Google search.
Posted by: G | April 09, 2021 at 08:47 PM