As of press time, deeply discounted wallet chains [You mean “chain wallets”?–Ed] were still in supply at the going-out-of-business clearance at the Virgin Megastore at…
While it is not without some regret we mark the closing of yet another shuttered record shop–albeit in this case, just one outlet of a…
Sea Level Villanelle When music calls to lift you from the dark The sun shines on a place that many laud At Sea Level in…
Not even Jason Bentley’s hourly plugging could save him. He withered and died a quiet death in the middle of 2004: Unwept, unloved, unsung. Years later, paleontologists turn to the fossil record to help piece together the past.
Penny Lane Records, R.I.P. You will be missed, but truth be told, you hadn’t resembled your true self in years. Since moving from that traincar-sized space on Gayley to a larger storefront on a less-trafficked east-west Westwood street, you hung on to retail life in an undignified coma, reduced to peddling porn DVD rentals to maintain a pulse at the till. But before dwelling on the sad later years, let me look back to your glory days.
