In case you missed it:

I

AM

A

HIPSTER

DOUCHE.

One thing I’d like to point out though–when a store puts the word VINYL in BIG BLOCK LETTERS in a prominent place on the storefront, it’s setting people up for a bit of a disappointment when they come in and find that it’s more like an afterthought.

Also, I admit this entry was a bit confusing as I was actually reviewing two record shops in one, which I shouldn’t have done. Vintage Stock deserved its own entry even though it was pretty disappointing.

Oh, and “frat boy prices” are, in my own definition, high markups on readily available items easily purchased at lower costs elsewhere. In other words, let the buyer beware.

I shouldn’t really waste my time or energy with negative writeups of stores anyway–this is probably one I’d leave off the blog today if I were writing up this area of the country all over again. So to reiterate your main point:

I

Am

A

Hipster

Douche.

That is all.

Also, what the fuck does “CDs, DVDs, games, and less” mean? How can something have less of a list that you created?

Last question, what are “frat boy” prices?

I suppose all of this leads me to a very important point: you’re a hipster douche. I suppose the fact that you wanted vinyl should have led me to that in the first place, but to complain about a couple of stores because they didn’t have what you wanted (even though neither store proclaimed to have said vinyl, so allegations of false advertising are a moot point) is a fucking douchey-hipster move.

Go back to your copies of Jacques Tati’s Playtime, and rare vinyl copies of a live Mars Volta album that no one gives a fuck about. Lastly, take your little pecker, stretch it out as far as you can and promptly fuck your own ass you piece of shit.

-This message was approved by Roy Blunt.

- Also, by the HOVA.

-Buy ‘merican.

p.s. I respectfully disagree with your opinions.