There I was (or rather, here I am) vacantly gazing around this enormous wealth of information called the web and trying to work out if there is anything of particular interest or importance going on around me that I need to pay attention to when, oh, shock horror, I read a post on recently launched
Brum Blog which says:
"Jon Bounds of Birmingham: It's Not Shit has had a productive couple of weeks. His review of the year is a must read and the Brummie of the Year award went to Jason Furnell, a cricketer by all accounts, with Danny Reddington of the recently closed Reddington Rare Records came in second."
Reddington Rare Records has closed!!
(photo from sfb_dot_com on Flickr) Damn.
...and I think it's partly my fault. Ok, maybe not me as an individual, but certainly people like me, people that act in the same way that I do... ...and I reckon there are definitely a few of you out there.
To a music fan/collector/listener/whatever-you-are there is something warm, friendly, enjoyable and special about whiling away your time in a small, independent music shop that still has the word 'record' in the name above the front door.
Something that simply isn't present during a trip into the bright lights and clean spaces of an HMV or a Virgin Megastore - the name itself 'megastore', what's enjoyable or friendly about that?
But, and this is the problem, did I make an effort to visit Danny at
Reddingtons? Did I make sure that for every pound I spent on
Amazon or in
HMV, I saved a few pennies and spent them at 'Rare Records? No, I did not.
And why not? Now that it's closed and the option is no longer open to me it's hard to understand why I didn't go more often. Yes, I visited once or twice, but definitely, absolutely not enough.
There are plenty of excuses waiting in the aisles - convenience, not enough time, too busy and so on and so on, but ultimately I just didn't stop to think about what I should be doing until it was too late.
Don't worry, this isn't a crusade to get you all to spend more at
Danny's online music store, but rather a reminder... whatever your thing, whatever you enjoy, whatever you value, don't wait until it's gone to realise how much you enjoyed having it around.
Labels: birmingham, music