Descriptive Blog on Place

Revolver Records is a hole in the wall on Roosevelt. I spend far too much time and money there, but the warmth and the timelessness in their collection of vinyl is astounding. For some reason when I am there, I am reminded that I am in a better place than I was growing up, and that for now, this desert, this sun, and this city is home... And that is alright. I long for New York, but I know I will miss this record store. The walls are dark, and the rows and shelves of vinyl are dusty. The best records have water damaged covers and the black disks are flawless. On each one is an orange sticker naming the price and five dollars for not just music, but for a warmth of a different time in the way it was meant to be heard is priceless. The other day I picked up Led Zeppelin I which is almost impossible to find and I couldn't wait to bring it home and sit next to my record player and just listen to the wailing of Jimmy Page's guitar and Robert Plant's voice the way they were meant to be heard. Alive. Revolver Records is alive somehow, and it is spiritual in a way that I can not really comprehend but I can feel. Like it is all connected, somehow, and that in there, we are all connected. Bonded by a very different medium in a different time. Analog guys and girls in a digital world.