Stop the Press!
I'm happy to report that rumors of the demise of Subterranean Reccords have been greatly exaggerated. As I'd mentioned in the earlier post, I shot off an e-mail to the shop's address just to find out a bit more information. This morning, I fielded the following note from Michael Carlucci (a.k.a. "Winter Hours" himself):
We are definitely NOT closed. Just a new front. I was late getting in today. Sorry about that.
Thanks Alex,
Michael
Subterranean Records, NYC
Well, thank the deity of your choice for that. Better yet, get your ass down to Cornelia Street and buy an assload of discs from the man. You'll thank me later.
Oh, and the name of the place before it was Subterranean was Hideout Records. Below is a pic of Michael rockin' out with Winter Hours.
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