Buried Treasure: Eyes of the South Edition

Woke up not half an hour ago realizing I never said a word about the shops I hit while in Asheville last weekend. An egregious error to be immediately remedied. It was 10:30AM, probably time to get up anyway, but surely I wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep again without this task completed. Maybe I’ll take a nap this afternoon.

There were three shops amidst the list of important addresses The Patient Mrs. compiled for me before I left the valley, and they were, in order, those of Static Age Records, Harvest Records and Voltage Records. Both Static Age and Voltage were on N. Lexington — about three doors down from each other; which should say something about the town itself — so I figured I’d hit them simultaneously.

Nice thought, and one complicated by the overarching hippieness of I realize that from this picture, this could pretty much be any store, and though I actually don't recall it being organized like this, it's allegedly Static Age. I grabbed it from their website.Asheville. Static Age‘s listed opening time of 11:00AM was more like 1:30PM. Since they were the shop with a Caltrop show listed on their website, they’d been the one I was most looking forward to checking out, but I hit Voltage first instead. No Holy Grails there, but I’d have probably been more into it if I was buying vinyl, since that’s mostly what they had to offer. Some cool Beatles records, “imports,” but nothing I could afford given my liquor budget.

Only after a trip across the street to the used book store (where I picked up a copy of Lorrie Moore‘s Anagrams — I’m a grad student, I can talk about literature now) did I manage to enter Static Age. Respectably, they had a substantial section for local bands, and I almost bought an old U.S. Christmas disc, but ultimately declined in favor of the self-titled Begotten, which I bought pretty much because it’s on Man’s Ruin and I’m a sucker for that logo. Sounds like angrier Sleep. I’ve heard a lot worse.

Even their logo is too cool for me.The surprise of the excursion was really Harvest, which despite listing nothing but the latest skinny-jeans indie releases on its website had a substantial metal section and decently-organized used stuff as well. I grabbed the Music Cartel release of Jerusalem by the aforementioned Sleep, Choirs of the Eye by Kayo Dot — a longtime veteran of my Amazon wishlist — and Live at the Lyne by Trollmann av Ildtoppberg. I’ll confess to not having heard Trollman before — I didn’t even know Live at the Lyne was a DVD until I walked out of the store and opened the jewel case — but the band’s listed email address had the word “doom” in it. That’s worth about $6.95 when I’m feeling like pressing my luck anyway.

On my way out, I also grabbed the CD release of the My Weakness is Strong Comedy Central special from Patton Oswalt, which was worth full price if only for the bit on home births. Fantastic. I must have listened to it three times on the trip back north Sunday afternoon/evening/night.

Disappointingly, none of the three shops I visited had God is Good by OM, which I’d been dying to hear and hoping to pick up while down there, but life is rarely perfect and I obviously survived, so no harm done. The OM I’ll pick up next time I’m at Vintage Vinyl, which will hopefully be a matter of days. At least I have plenty to put on in the meantime.

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One Response to “Buried Treasure: Eyes of the South Edition”

  1. Billy says:

    Om album not out yet!

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