Rick's Picks

The finest, weirdest, most maddening record hole in Shreveport

There are so many ways to be a record store (or any store, really).  You can curate a small, pristine collection of expensive rarities, or load the racks with enough of the new releases to satiate a city, or pile the bargain bin titles cheap and hope the stack makers deem you worthy of a Saturday afternoon.  You can be antiseptic and meticulous, or loose around the edges and full of surprises.  You can have any mix of formats, or no mix at all.

Or, if you’re Rick, you can cram an odd sized funhouse of a building with enough of every kind of music and movie ever made to be a legitimate threat to public safety, price exactly none of it, and then sit in the middle in a folding chair with your snacks and your medications and hold court while loading your turntable with the noodliest Seventies prog ever committed to wax.