Saturday, July 26, 2025
Time: 11:03 AM
Song: Act Naturally
Artist: The Beatles
Mode of Consumption: Playing at Vintage Vinyl in Red Wing, MN.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0IxxqsYBcCHEQ1HqLYJnwx?si=79e62e0c32444b3e
This was the second time that I had been in this record store. The first time was four years ago when we were in Red Wing as part of a trip for my in-laws 50th wedding anniversary. The shop stands out in my mind because they order their records by the first name of the artist.
I am flipping through the “J” section hoping to find a copy of John Prine’s first album. Behind me a patron, a guy who clearly is a regular, is talking to the proprietor.
“You know they let Ringo sing more than you think,” the patron said, referring to the song playing. “This isn’t bad. Of course, Buck Owens wrote this.”
The conversation continues and I am too distracted to follow along, except I hear the patron restate, “Buck Owens wrote this.”
Then the proprietor begins:
“I moved around my blues and jazz room a little.” He breaks down the layout more. It’s the kind of conversation I can imagine having if I were a record store owner.
“Well, yeah, I imagine there’s a fair amount of people that come in here looking for that,” the patron says.
I move around the store some more, thinking the used vinyl is a bit overpriced. Of course, they have more overhead to cover than a guy like me does who simply buys lots and then flips the albums at garage sales.
Something is brought up about Bad Bunny behind me.
“You’re a record store owner, you probably know who Bad Bunny is.”
The store owner doesn’t seem to be very familiar with Bad Bunny. I find that odd, considering he doesn’t appear to be that old of a guy.
I think if the world was limited to record store conversations, we’d probably be in better shape.
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