We’ve been thrilled with the Visage final wave of activity from 2013 which concluded too swiftly with the death of Steve Strange in 2015. But the impact of that period is still causing waves to lap at the shores of Lake Strange and now we’ve been given the least likely album release ever with the formerly studio-only band issuing “Visage Live 2013” in October of this year. With the talent that made the studio album “Hearts + Knives” one of my favorites of 2013 out on the stage, this was a project to show how “real” the studio project could get.
The lineup on the shows was with Steve Strange and Lauren Duvall on vocals, with Steve Barnacle on Bass and Robin Simon on guitar. Logan Sky had contributed synth programming on the album and stepped into the live keyboard role, which he’d continue to occupy for the rest of the band’s lifespan. For drums, Barnacle brought his friend Johnny Marter to the drumstool. We’d gotten a taste of the grittier live Visage sound on the “Dreamer I Know” CD-5 with a live take of “The Anvil” as recorded on Hoxton. We get a lot more of where that came from here, and the new CD features a different performance of “The Anvil,” for the record.
August Day Recordings | UK | CD | 2024 | SSC012
Visage: Live 2013 – UK – CD [2024]
Never Enough
The Damned Don’t Cry
The Anvil
Hidden Sign
Pleasure Boys
Mind Of A Toy
The Dancer
Shameless Fashion
Fade To Grey
Visage
We first hear Robin Simon giving us a couple of very Frippy lead lines but that was before the juggernaut beat kicked in and synched with the sequencers as the brilliant “Never Enough” got this set started with a burst of Post-Punk energy. It was a thrill to hear Simon weaving his guitar leads nimbly through the beats and synths in glorious syncopation. Listening to this performance, I’m seriously envious of those who got to experience Visage live eleven years ago. Especially in hearing Mr. Simon’s elegant riffage in the song’s climax.
The CD edition of the songs takes pains to leave in some of the chatter from Steve Strange between the songs. While the performances are indeed the show, I appreciate the decision made to put across Steve’s personality in what was certainly a momentous event in his life. Finally fronting Visage in more than name only. In addressing the audience he sounds as if he can hardly believe his luck in getting this chance. But luck had nothing to do with how accomplished the band were as the tight, energetic group brought their A-level game to the table.
Longtime fave “The Damned Don’t Cry” got a lighter, more delicate touch with Robin Simon’s watery tremolo guitar licks contrasting with the sequencer and Logan Sky’s shimmering synth melodies. Things took a turn for the harder and tougher with “The Anvil” sporting a merging of Mr. Barnacle’s muscular bass lines with Sky’s horn-like synth riffs and the catlike prowl of Simon’s guitar. Mr. Marter adding the all-important metallic percussion that was the essence of this relentless, homoerotic anthem. In fact this version was so male-oriented I will admit to missing the backing vocals from Ms. Duvall here as on the album version, but her sitting this one out made a kind of thematic resonance, I suppose.
We then got another new song in the well-chosen set with “Hidden Sign” manifesting in a arrangement that took a step away from the Country/Folk-adjacent sound of the familiar album version deeper into Rock territory; as if the metallic riffage in the intro from Simon didn’t let us know immediately. This time we got the song as a proper duet with Duvall joining Mr. Strange for the heartfelt song as Simon unleashed a taut solo in the middle eight, complete with bent, violin-like riffs that really left the studio version in the shade. Prompting an ebullient Steve to proclaim “that woke you up, didn’t it?”
Opening with sampled cycles and the deep bass of Barnacle, this version of “Pleasure Boys” opened with delightful syncopation between Simon and Sky on the vaguely Asian riff in the intro. This song was always an outlier to something hard and minimal in the Visage canon and here it’s been stripped back to its grittiest airing ever. And it all sounded the better for it! With the envelope on the sequencer riff kicking particularly hard on this outing. And the appearance of Simon’s guitar here was a first for this number; having been recorded after Midge Ure had left the project back in the day. Let’s just say that he didn’t water down the soup!
Last year at this time, Steven Jones + Logan Sky gave us a winter themed EP for Christmas. This time the vibe is a little more disconsolate. Europe’s major democracies are collapsing. And then there’s America. I understand it if you want to sit this holiday season out. It’s time to reflect on just how we ended up in this place. It’s time for “Dark Thoughts.”
Ertrangers Musique | UK | DL | 2024
Steven Jones + Logan Sky: Dark Thoughts – UK – DL [2024]
Dark Thoughts 4:23
Dark Thoughts [Disappear Dub] 4:36
Dark Thoughts [May be Horizon] 5:37
This was a slinking prowler of a tune with uneasy, disrupted beats that held banger-status at arms length. Preferring to cling to the shadows as the only light glinting through the intro were the flute-like synth patches. Eruptions of white noise yowled catlike in the gloom as Mr. Jones entered the song; his sultry delivery dancing with the tension of the vibe. Squelchy interjections from left field kept this one from a predictable path.
The band’s own dub mix slashed the lyrics down to a single crucial line from the lyric and without Jones being as large of a presence, the lurching instability of the music bed was emphasized, save for the glassy string synths that got pushed up in the mix. The climax of the mix stayed true to the 7″ version with Jones repeating “do you know how it feels…to disappear” one last time with the hollow, metallic throb of the synths receding like a siren in the distance.
The remix by Sven Horn dialed back the intensity of the bass synth’s attack and added haunting choral patches to dissipate the drama in the song for a more ghostly vibe. The rhythmic attack had a funkier syncopation than the single mix. Subtle drumbox fills and percussive trills manifesting an insect energy for the first time here. The flute patches drifting like clouds throughout the mix. Allowing the May Be Horizon mix to claim extended 12″ status in the most subtle and elegant way possible.
This was another crisp single from Jones + Sky with three mixes that didn’t stray too far from the path of the song. My only disappointment here is that the duo usually have a tasty non-LP B-side for their single releases, but I suppose there’s always next time. In the interim, we have a typically moody slice of Synthpop that hewed closely to the group’s core values with nary a guest star this time out. Just them re-asserting their values while we wait patiently for their next full length opus. It’s streaming in the usual places if that’s your jam but if you’d like to go steady, it’s yours for £1.00 in Bandcamp or don’t forget to top up when checking out in Bandcamp. DJ hit that button!
The Kraftwerk juggernaut continues to roll over ground in North America next year
Last week while I was in the weeds, I heard about the new Kraftwerk 2025 North American tour happening next spring. The tickets go on sale tomorrow though the presale began yesterday. I actually registered for the presale since the tour was hitting Charlotte, North Carolina, only two hours away. Just on the off chance that I might be motivated to go. The truth of the matter is that I would be more than double-dipping on Kraftwerk shows.
I first saw Kraftwerk in 1998 at the Rivera Theatre in Chicago with my friend JT and a friend of his. That was back when Florian Schneider was still in the band. Along with Fritz Hilpert and Henning Schmitz. It was an emotional experience since Kraftwerk were foundational to my musical worldview after hearing “Autobahn” on the AM radio 50 years ago. Their music had a profound influence on most musicians I treasure who looked to them for direction. Right up there with Velvet Underground/Roxy Music/David Bowie for casting shadows of near infinite length on the musical landscape.
Sixteen years passed, but I also got the chance to see Kraftwerk, who by 2014, were putting on their 3-D show when they came to Asheville for the last Moogfest held in the city. I bought tickets in the Moogfest presale since I had a hunch that Kraftwerk would be in the mix [pun intended] once the roster was announced. They played a residency of three shows over the course of the event, but I didn’t see all of them. The first set stopped about a third in due to the board melting down and I left during repairs to see other shows. The second set conflicted with part of a Giorgio Moroder DJ set and I opted to see Moroder in action. I saw maybe half of the set. I finally caught the third and final set in full and afterward was intrigued at the creative choices that Ralf Hütter; the Kraftwerk commander had made that colored the vibe of each set differently, even when the same song was being played. The differences in the arrangement and mix could be dramatic. And I was impressed that they didn’t “phone it in.”
Particularly when what’s live and programmed in a Kraftwerk show is up for grabs. But they were explicit about that all along. Die Mensch Maschine and all that. I’ve not lost sleep over not seeing Kraftwerk in the intervening decade though they have tirelessly combed the globe in presenting their [there’s no other word for it] spectacle for ears and eyes all over the globe. An appropriate course of action for such an internationalist band. I imagine that with the portions of all four concerts I attended, I’ve seen 2.75 Kraftwerk shows. Better than most?
The impetus for this current tour seems to be the 50th anniversary of the critical “Autobahn” album. The point zero of synthetic Pop music. The fracture that ripped synthesizers from the sweaty grip of Prog to allow other viewpoints to take root and flourish. Truth be told, I’d go if there was any assurance that the entire “Autobahn” album would get play; having only heard the title track live, I’d happily pay my hard-earned shekels for the winsome joy of “Kometenmelodie2” to fill the space my ears were in.
Herr Hütter promised a “Gesamtkunstwerk – a total work of art.” This is nothing different from any Kraftwerk multimedia show, but before I weigh in on concert tickets as sold by TickerMobster, it had better be worth the skin I’d have to leave in that game. On the plus side, there’s the fact that Hütter is 78 years of age. The bloom of youth has long since passed and the number of Kraftwerk shows actually containing a foundational member of the group are numbered. Possibly on the fingers of a single hand. Will this be my last chance to view a Kraftwerk spectacle in the presence of the man who guided the mothership from conception to its current Old Guard status? Probably so.
Another plus is that tickets are not gougerifically [I just made that up] priced. Balcony seats at the Charlotte venue begin as low as $39 and good mezzanine seats are at $70, though “dynamic pricing” can skew this pricing in practice. But any trip to Charlotte will entail an overnight stay since driving 130 minutes to our home late after a show is not optimal. About 90 is my limit. And the lodging and meal factor will be a few hundred dollars at least, making pretty much any overnight concert trip at the $500 mark. Not to be taken lightly. If I had some idea of what was planned, that could possibly seal the deal for me, but as of now I’ve heard that there’s only a video with Tony Hawk skating in a half pipe which somehow ties into Kraftwerk?
KRAFTWERK MULTIMEDIA TOUR 2025 | N. AMERICA
March 6 | Philadelphia, PA | Franklin Music Hall March 7 | Pittsburgh, PA | Stage AE Outdoors March 8 | Toronto, ON | Massey Hall March 10 | Montreal, QC | Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts March 11 | Boston, MA | Boch Center Wang Theatre March 13 | Brooklyn, NY | Kings Theatre March 14 | New York, NY | Beacon Theatre March 16 | Washington, D.C. | The Anthem March 17 | Charlotte, NC | Ovens Auditorium March 19 | Orlando, FL | Steinmetz Hall at the Dr. Phillips Center March 20 | Miami, FL | Adrienne Arsht Center March 23 | Atlanta, GA | The Eastern March 24 | New Orleans, LA | Orpheum Theater March 25 | Memphis, TN | Overton Park Shell March 26 | Nashville, TN | The Pinnacle March 28 | Detroit, MI | Masonic Cathedral Theatre March 29 | Chicago, IL | The Auditorium March 30 | Minneapolis, MN | Orpheum Theatre March 31 | Kansas City, MO | The Midland Theatre April 2 | Denver, CO | Ellie Caulkins Opera House April 6 | Portland, OR | Keller Auditorium April 7 | Vancouver, BC | Queen Elizabeth Theatre April 13 | Indio, CA | Coachella April 16 | Salt Lake City, UT | The Union April 20 | Indio, CA | Coachella April 23 | Austin, TX | Bass Concert Hall April 24 | Dallas, TX | Majestic Theatre
My thought is that I do not want to replicate my level of regret that happened when David Bryne brought his “American Utopia Tour” to Asheville several years ago. I have not been a fan of David Bryne as a solo act, but had never seen him, so I looked at buying a ticket and saw that they began at $140 and went up from there and “hell to the no” was my immediate response. It was months after the show when I finally found out what the presentation entailed…and have been mentally kicking myself ever since for missing it. Price be damned. So what are your thoughts? Is anyone else in on the word go here? If so, then DJ hit that button.
It’s been a hectic few days with no writing due to the demands of the eight-to-five, but as of yesterday my deliverable was handed off. I was preparing for bed last night and had one last look at the personal device and Gloryoski…my friend Ross hipped me to the fact that Monastic Core Collection band Simple Minds had dropped a new single yesterday and I was unwittingly oblivious to it all. More’s the pity since I had received a forward of his communique direct from simpleminds.com where Ye Olde Monk has been duly registered since at least 2001. Not to mention buying all of the fine releases directly from the SM mothership webstore over the years. Still, can’t complain; mustn’t grumble. Given that The Minds usually let a stately five year span fill the gulf between bouts of album fever we appreciate the tidbits that the band see fit to send our way.
The story behind this one was that the band wanted to write a song that referred to their past due to the “Everything Is Possible” documentary premiering on the BBC. The movie was streaming here in The States earlier this year on Paramount+, a channel we don’t subscribe to, so I’ve yet to see it, though I’m rather keen as one would imagine. So they wanted to call back to the ambience and sound of their early days and turned to Paul Statham of B-Movie/Audiopeach/Dark Flowers fame to write with the band. Mr. Statham had already contributed strongly to Kerr’s excellent “Lostboy A.K.A.” project so let’s hear what we’ve got this time.
The first thing we heard was Charlie Burchill’s chorused guitar but that was followed closely by modest drum machine rhythms with watery, winsome synth over the top of it. Then Jim Kerr sang the first two couplets, a musing on the chase of fame in a delicate upper register. The bass syncopating handily with the drum machine. Then we got a pleasing curveball when Sarah Brown came in like a lioness and took over the rest of the first verse from Kerr. Putting her in the duet seat instead of just BVs.
The music bed fattened up for the second verse and then Charlie’s ringing guitar and the synths harmonized together to bring receive the foundation of the bass guitar in the third verse. The spiky lyrics seemed to comment on the costs that the chase of fame tenders.
Never sentimental, never afraid About such devotion and the games that we played And you never felt cruel, you never saw the wreckage that lies behind you”
– Your Name In Lights
As the song arced to its climax, the guitar built up in the mix to fill the traditional Simple Minds cathedral of sound as the thin synths of the beginning were banished in the mix for more resonant synths. So the single began with one foot in the thinner, spikier days of New Wave from whence the band sprang and then transitioned to its present footing with a sound that wouldn’t be out of place on any of their last three albums. Jim Kerr cited their youth “proudly wearing our Kraftwerk and Brian Eno influences on our sleeve.” In this way it wasn’t too far from the conceits that brought the band to finally record their early song “Act Of Love” 40+ years later.
As Statham was intrinsic to the Lostboy album, this has a complementary vibe but with the added frissons that it’s got Charlie Freaking Burchill playing on it [beautifully] which seals it firmly into the Simple Minds camp. Don’t take my word for it. It’s out there in all of the usual places [streaming/DL] though none of my preferential media embeds have it so you’re on your own this time. No buttons. Just be glad we have something to tide us over until the next album and this time it’s a proper Simple Minds single and not just a quickie [though fun] cover like the last Dl single they dropped.
This is just a note to indicate that the PPM contact form is possibly not working. All contact form submissions come to my email as always, but I am getting email that indicates a person’s name and nothing else. No email address the contact is sent from and no message at all. This is not normal.
If you have submitted to the contact form and have not gotten a response from me, it may be related to what I am and am not seeing in the site’s dashboard. There’s also the chance that this could be related to spambot activity. In which case anyone reading this won’t have any idea that this has been happening on the Admin end of things. If the former is the case then I am sorry that the contact forms are blank and without an email address to respond to. If you have tried to use the contact form in the last two months or so and have had no response by me, please comment on this posting. If the latter, then the spambots are getting more sophisticated due to AI tools that threaten our way of life at the very least.
The main store was next and the space was maybe three times as large as their original space on Park Avenue. One major difference to shopping here was that I never knew the owner, Sandy Bitman and he was unlikely to be here on a bustling Sunday evening at any rate. Mr. Ware noted that the store was packed with shoppers at what is normally a dead time for retail. 6 p.m. on a Sunday night! As I flitted through the store, getting my bearings, I couldn’t fail to notice that I was hearing shoppers speaking languages other than English. Is there any better indicator of a record store’s vitality than the presence of foreign shoppers?
Long corridors of sound and word filled the store to bursting
Like many a modern record store, Park Ave. CDs has gifts and pop culture tchotkes all over the place, but the store was more than large enough to successfully encompass such things. I’d estimate that no more than 20% of the merch in the place wasn’t actual music. Apart from actually listening to music, the next best thing is reading about it, and to that end the store functioned as a decent indie bookstore as well; albeit with books that went far beyond the topic of music.
Layer after layer of media
Of course, the place was filled with periodicals as well as books. Periodicals are something I might look at in a good newsstand but in a store this packed with music, I completely ignored the racks here.
Everything from David Byrne’s crucial “How Music Works” to the “G.G. Allin Coloring Book [adults only]
The balance of stock in the store was admirable; things looked about 55/45 with LPs having the slight edge over silver discs…maybe. Making their retaining of the late 80s name non-ironic. With so many CDs here, I pretty much glossed over the new LPs. I didn’t think I saw much in the way of used vinyl in the store, but there was a small section on the back of the store, just to test the waters. I glanced in the bins and saw assiduously sleeved discs with pricing on the polysleeve and a large, informative sticker showing the record/sleeve grading as well as having other potentially interesting info noted.
The FGTH “UK 12” #1 of “Welcome To The Pleasuredome”‘ cost me $5.00 when new…40 years ago. Here it was a VG+/VG+ copy for $10. Pretty good when compared to a similar copy with shipping on Discogs. There it will set you back $11-$33 from American dealers. Obviously, Park Ave. CDs isn’t about to turn into the dreaded Museum Record Store waiting for someone with more money than sense to buy pricey goods no matter how long it takes. I wasn’t getting anything back here so I went to the CDs.
higher-end used goods were bagged, with this helpful sticker discussing the merits and condition of every release
I noted that boxed sets were set above each row of bins; LP boxes, all of which were cripplingly expensive owing to the trends in the business…and by that I mean The Industry. I mean, really, who has a spare $150-400 to buy these things! For many families, that’s a week or two of grocery bills. I moved quickly to the CD rows in the store. There I noted Boxed sets of actual CDs! A scarce sight these days. I noted with approval that the recent “Talking Heads ’77” ultrabox was there to be had, but it still didn’t really call out to me strongly. And with so much TVLKING HEVDS live sets out there [and in the Record Cell] I question whether even a “Remain In Light” set could get me to vote with my dollars. I already have substantial live materials from that fecund period, and I don’t expect much in the way of unreleased rarities when that one may roll around. At least judging from what scraps were on the Dual-Disc 2.0/5.1 edition I have.
the areas above the bins held boxed sets in CD and LP formats
However, once I made my way to the start of the CD section, I found high value goods that I’d already been asking for at my stop at Rock + Roll Heaven earlier! The Blondie 3xCD “Against The Odds 1974-1982” boxed set of only rarities was in front of my face and I snapped it up greedily. The two color design on foil looked glorious, and the inch thick hardcover digibook in the slipcase spoke in my ear of glories to come. This copy had hit the bins nearly a year prior and I’m glad the philistines in Orlando left it there for me!
When I see such goods, they get bought!
I was happy to see that the metal fabricated artwork that had made the last incarnation of the store so memorable was still a part of the new locale. I’ve never seen a store that quite looked like Park Ave. CDs and I’m glad that they’ve not abandoned their taste for a unique décor. The bomb logo was about as zeitgeisty as one could get in 1984; the year the store opened with nuclear anxiety at an all-time high. What worked for Frankie Goes To Hollywood worked for the store as well.
The bomb motif had been turned into a shelving unit courtesy of the metalsmiths who still contributed to the store design
Metal sculptures and mobiles helped to transform the interior from Euclidean geometry to something a little more wild.
assemblages of industrial metal erupted out of the walls to jut impressively into the space above our heads
As I began poring over the CDs from A-Z I quickly found another release that I had been looking for earlier that day. The new John Cale album, which I was dimly aware existed owing to an email I had gotten from the artists’s mailing list earlier this year. It was a fast follow up to “Mercy” which I found to be excellent though it was the first album from the artist in a decade. This followup came so quickly I wasn’t prepared for it…until now! “POPtical Illusion” would definitely be coming home with me.
this time the latest John Cale album was in my hands
It was encouraging to see the new Futurismo compilation of DEVO in the bins. As I thought this was a re-jigging of the contents on the “Hardcore DEVO” volumes of the 90s, I passed on it on this day. I now see that this was folly on my part, but today I would not have bought it in any case. The one DEVO disc that I’m gunning for was “Something More For Everyone” and then I can finally get to that DEVO Rock G.P.A.!
I erroneously assumed that this was a repackaging of the “Hardcore DEVO” material…nope!
Speaking of Rock G.P.A.s, my eyes widened as I saw the expanded edition of Duran Duran’s “Danse Macabre!” Commenter Gavin sent me a copy of the DLX “Future Past” and once I get “Danse Macabre,” the next chunk of the Duran Duran Rock G.P.A. can also flower forth. I plucked this from the bins to add to my stack. I saw an Ian Hunter section and my pulse quickened as I saw a new 2xCD pressing of Hunter’s divisive [but loved by this Monk!] 1981 opus “Short Back ‘N Sides!” The only previous CD pressing of this dated back 30 years and the one time I had ever seen it, at Time Traveler in Akron, natch, I demurred on that day and have been regretting it ever since. Boom! I pulled the title!
the expanded edition of the new Duran Duran was tempting
Moving along, as usual, the “S” section bore much fruit. Particularly in the Sparks section! I was stunned to see both of the recent DLX RMs that came out this year in the bins. I had to have the Nöel DLX RM and also held the 45th anniversary “No. 1 In Heaven” 2xCD, and I couldn’t help but notice that the digibook edition of “A Steady Drip, Drip, Drip” was there for the taking as well! Curiously, “The Girl Is Crying In Her Latte” was nowhere to be seen so we were only three for four this day in my Sparks catching-up sweepstakes.
It pained me that the last Sparks disc I had bought [though it was the weekend of release!] was the “Hippopotamus” album of 2017. Tempus fugit. Since I have the differently configured [albeit poorly mastered] Repertoire 2013 CD of “No. 1 In Heaven,” I reluctantly put that back for today. I could tell I was going to have a great many bin pulls from this visit and I’d only been in the main store for about 20 minutes thus far.
Then I got a wild hair to see if they had any Harold Budd albums on CD. It’s been over a decade since going to every store and asking for the “Budd Box” was a thing, but I’ve still got a lot of ground that needs covering on the Budd front. I looked without success for his music, and finally I found an “Experimental” section near the “Electronica” where your Fripps and Enos were in strong evidence, but curiously, no Budd was there to be had! Not even an empty bin card section! But the Eno section bore substantial fruit!
The store had the “Mixing Colours – Expanded” 2xCD version of the album that Brian had recorded fours years earlier with his brother Roger. I’d tried to special order this on release at my local haunts and came up empty handed. Then forgot about it! Until today. This Deutsche Grammophon opus was coming home with me as my loved one had really wanted to hear it.
Meanwhile, I saw the two recent Fripp reissues from The Drive To 1981. I had bought “Let The Power Fall” in Wales earlier this year [but had forgotten that I had bought it – insert stinger] but this day my eye was most drawn by the “God Save The Queen/Under Heavy Manners” disc! And it was a svelte $9.98 so I quickly grasped it.
Then I went back to the alphabet after “S” in the Pop-Rock CDs to stop, as always, in the “U” section. As it was jutting above the levels of the jewel boxed CDs, I couldn’t help but notice the SDLX 4xCD Digibook of Midge Ure’s first solo opus, “The Gift.” It was there and ready to buy at $31.00! I snatched it up. I next deigned to look at the new LPs, hoping as always, to maybe find a modern Visage album [to no avail]. This store is fantastic, but there’s limits. There are so few modern LP only titles I want, it’s hard to remember what you want at my age. If I had been sharper, I would have looked for the new Vicious Pink LP.
My esteem for this album, initially chilled, has warmed up with time, as everything that came later had far more tenuous threads leading back to the Ultravox sound
I then passed the Bryan Ferry section and looked; agog at the DLX RM of “Mamouna/Horoscope” on the double licorice pizza. I raced back to the Ferry section in the CDs which I’d not remembered to look at just minutes earlier, but no dice. They didn’t have the CD.
Mr. Ware’s son, Kellan had also been bin diving and he’d just checked out. Now it was closing in on 6:45 p.m. and getting time to eat. I reviewed the pile I had been carrying. I easily had $225-$250 worth of goods and there was no way I was spending that much! I made some hard decisions and dutifully put a little less than half of the titles back where they belonged. This was what I left the store with.
A concise $120 was the limit of what I wanted to spend here. I’d already dropped $70+ at the three earlier stores. The last time I’d spent nearly this much in a single store…that store was Amoeba Hollywood! So I’m going to go out on a limb and say that, pound for pound, Park Ave. CDs is nearly as good as the Amoeba Mothership when shopping for the silver discs!
I cannot remember another time when I found so many things that I had really wanted on the format of my choice in the last decade otherwise. It makes me realize that this store has dropped not a whit in the caliber of their CD stock in nearly a quarter century. The big difference was in its size and the presence of a lot of wax, but I daresay the CD section of the store was as packed with goodness as it ever had been, before the mystifying vinyl resurgence.
Meaning that somehow, Park Ave. CDs have resisted the enormous pull of entropy that normally sees record stores peaking and declining over time. That this place was still so satisfying for this Monk to shop in, was in dramatic contrast to the actually depressing record store visits that have been my experience in the last decade. Where stores in my own city actually anger me and make me think that shopping for tunes no longer has a pull any more. Well, obviously, it’s all down to the stock and there’s still a place in Orlando that’s fairly bustling with the music that an old crusty guy of 61 who’s seen a lot of music cycles happen more than once, might still want to buy.
Back when I was still in college, I had a regular roster of record stores that I depended on. These were primarily Murmur Records, Crunchy Armadillo Records, Retro Records, and two Record City and Peaches locations. It’s hard to believe that with a handful of such stores, I was able to get anything I really wanted back when I was hip and living within the demographic zone that was catered to by the business, and by that I mean The Industry. I went with my friends to shop for records and there were certainly pockets of ignorance.
I can’t really remember when I first came across Park Avenue Records, but it might have been in the late 80s. I lived in South Orlando. I never really crossed paths much with fashionable Winter Park; the uptown monied area of Central Florida. But wherever there was a college, by law [pre-Napster], there had to be a record store nearby to cater to its student body. In Winter Park the college was Rollins and even kids paying top dollar for their matriculation still need tunes. And they bought them at Park Avenue Records.
I think the first time I ever saw the place was in 1985 and by that time one could also get the silver discs there. I recall the first thing I bought; this French Vogue import of Petula Clark’s greatest hits as I had been pining then to hear “Downtown.” But that was a rare visit. I don’t think I went back to Park Avenue until the early 90s, when my friend Doug and I would shop for CDs; hoping to score some Blow Monkeys imports. I credit their demo CD players and a used copy of Associates “Popera” with my conversion to being the Post-Punk Monk. So low was their profile in America that without that spur, I still might have never heard the band.
The store really became important to me when Murmur Records transitioned to being a bookstore caller Alobar that also sold music. By 1992 the owner or Murmur was stepping out of the store’s hipster-magnet status, and all that entailed, both good and bad, to something a little more sedate. By then the bins at Park Ave. CD as they were then called, were the best place in town to get the silver discs. I went to Rock + Roll Heaven mainly for the records, and Park Ave. CD for the CDs.
By the late 90s it was a regular stop as they always had great used CDs and a wide import selection. Pricing always seemed good, and I liked being able to get the odd Japanese CD without driving to Atlanta [R.I.P. Tower Records…]. I can recall in the late 90s when the store engaged some artist [I think they were actually from Asheville, NC if I’m remembering correctly] to redesign the store décor, and they got a makeover heavy on the diamond plate and rebar welded together like no other store I’d ever laid eyes on. I can remember metal bins for the CDs that were sometimes tricky to extricate what you were interested in.
In the last days of our time in Orlando before moving to Asheville in 2001] many hours were spent at Park Ave. CDs cleaning up on want list items. I can remember holding The Walker Brothers “Night Flights” CD [1st pressing] in my hand and thinking “I’ll get that the next time I see it.” And of course, there was no next time. Following our departure from Orlando, the store moved from Park Avenue [where all of the high end chains were probably driving the rent up to stratospheric levels] to a different location on Corinne Drive, yet still kept their name!
One day, in the early 2000s after Mr. Ware made us a homeburned DVD of rare Split Enz material, we were so inspired by the awesomeness of the Phil Judd years, that we remembered Park Ave. CDs as having the silver and gold Mushroom Records OZ boxed sets of every Split Enz album with a separate disc of rarities. I called the store and by gum they still had the gold box perched perilously on the wall in the tangle of metal that I remembered from a few years earlier! So I bought it on the phone for the not expensive $70-80 asked and they shipped it to me in Asheville. Actually, we were living in now obliterated Swannanoa at the time.
That day would no longer stand as my last purchase at Park Ave. CDs if their history as a Great Record Store was anything to fall back upon. As we approached the site that day, Mr. Ware said that they had [like Rock + Roll Heaven] managed to absorb their next door neighbor in the shopping center to grow even larger with time. What would be there to greet us 23 years later?
PARK AVE CDS AUXILLARY
The store had recently absorbed a neighboring space to the left where we went first, The Ware Pack leading the way
We arrived around 5 p.m. on a Sunday evening to find the place hopping. Back when I lived here at that day and time you’d be running off to Peaches in a hurry to grab something in the hour left to shop, and that might have been it. Obviously it was a whole new ballgame. The space next to the store had until recently, been a diner. They had acquired the space last year and the little shop was primarily used CDs and used records/DVDs/Blu-Rays. It was a small space so it was possible to look at most of the stock in about 30 minutes. I wasn’t getting anything back from the record bins, and there have been two films that I’ve been obsessed with getting copies of on DVD or Blu-Ray [“The Guard” and “Hail Caesar,” if you must know] so I’ve been looking for them high and low, but to no avail, even here. But I did see a DVD that I really needed to own, “All You Need is Cash,” the brilliant film about the career of The Rutles!
CDs fared better and I saw a couple that I was ripe to buy. I’d been wanting the Japanese copy of Duran Duran’s “Medazzaland” for decades with the rare JPN-only track “Ball + Chain,” but I’m speeding toward retirement age and life’s looming less long, so for four dollars, I was more than down with finally buying the US version from 1997 with its garish pink inlay tray that probably cost Nick Rhodes a point for every sale.
I got a special thrill being able to buy this CD for the $4.00 that I thought it was worth. It was almost as if the last 20 years of rising record prices hadn’t happened. It’s what I would have paid in 1999 in the used bins! Similarly, the first album by The Time was going for $8.00. I am on the Great Prince Absorption campaign, and like the Duran disc, $8.00 was a pretty common price point in the used bins in the 90s. It was amazing to see continuity of pricing after all of these years gone by.