It seems like lately I have so much to say in the mornings. By the time I get around to actually having a moment to sum them up, they're just not there anymore.
Never before have I felt like so much of a different person in the morning, afternoon, evening and night. I can't tell if this is becoming a problem, though I am sure (as any temperment seems to be with me) it is only temporary. It might just be the fasting though. This morning brings the projectile vomitting count up to 3, but it's funnier than it is gross...since it's just water. I really want this. heh.
Also, the end of my article on Uncle Sam's Record Emporium in the City Pulse this week seems to have gotten cut off with no continuation. I went to check and see if that happened on the Pulse's website as well, however it was apparently </i>"hijacked by an offshore hacking group"</i>? If you're interested (and if you buy music, you should be, the place is amazing), here it is in its full/original version which makes a bit more sense:
UNCLE SAM'S RECORD EMPORIUM OPENS IN OLD TOWN
Bullet Train to Vegas in-store acoustic performance/meet n’ greet
Uncle Sam’s Record Emporium, 100 E. Grand River, Lansing, MI 48906
Tuesday, July 18th 6PM
Bullet Train to Vegas (full live set)
Gone Wired Café, Tuesday July 18th, 8:30PM
2021 East Michigan Ave, Lansing, MI 48912
wsg Cavalcade, Shoelace, and Young Bison
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”
The memorable quote above, uttered by broken-hearted record store owner, Rob Gordon, a character played by John Cusack in the cult movie favorite High Fidelity, not only poses an interesting question, but also frames the collective consciousness of Ryan Horky and Sam Makula, the arms and legs behind Uncle Sam’s Record Emporium in Lansing’s Old Town district. It’s not unusual to catch entertainers subconsciously revealing their influences in conversation; however it is rarer to catch business owners referencing movies and albums influencing the ideas behind their work.
The new record store, already open in a limited capacity (the grand opening is yet to be scheduled at time of print), was born out of a labor of love for Horky, Sam Makula and third parter, Dennis Makula (Sam’s father), who still works his day-job at a bank about 90 miles from the store. “Denny always appreciated a lot of music and would go to concerts with us,” remembers Horky of his friend and business partner. “He always dreamed of opening a record store of his own but he ended up progressing in his career and never got the chance to do it.” Enter Horky and the younger Makula. “We had each gone through a very difficult 2005 and it seemed the only constant was playing and listening to music,” recalls Horky who also plays drums for local bands the Cartridge Family and the Ryans. “Denny came to us with the idea of opening a record store and after careful consideration, we decided to go for it.
Though its recent growth is impressive, Lansing’s Old Town district is still on the mend and doesn’t exactly have a reputation as a can’t-miss site for new businesses. Considering the location and Horky and the Makulas relative inexperience as entrepreneurs, the Uncle Sam’s crew knows it will have to develop a record store that can be to music geeks what the neighboring Elderly Instruments has become to, well….music geeks. “We’ve already gotten a lot of foot traffic from Eldery,” notes Horky. “We hope to be able to follow in Elderly’s footsteps and stay competitive due sheer volume, selection, organization and ability to track down, literally, anything anyone wants.” The volume side of competition shouldn’t be an issue; the building in which Uncle Sam’s resides gives the business an infrastructure to hold the most extensive selection this area has seen since Tower Records in East Lansing folded.
On the heels of yet another local record store closing (Wazoo in East Lansing), the first time owners know they’re going to have to be creative to garner the interest of a market that has been somewhat sapped by technological advances. The store is already on the right track, in this respect, having scored an in-store acoustic performance/meet and greet with San Diego’s Bullet Train to Vegas, a band that is touring on its critically acclaimed debut album for Nitro Records (a label owned/operated by Dexter Holland of the Offspring). “We noticed that they were playing an evening show at Gone Wired Café on Tuesday, the 18th, so we made some calls and were able to set it up,” says Horky adding that he and the younger Makula hoped they could create some excitement in the area with events that Lansing isn’t often treated to such as in-store appearances. Due to the owners’ connection to the local music scene, they might have a slight advantage on the average shop in this respect.
Seemingly confident that Uncle Sam’s will offer something that no local record store (past or present) has been able to offer, Horky recounts the story of one his good friends’ reaction to the news that he would be opening such a store. “He asked me if we planned on selling drugs or guns out of the back,” Horky chuckles. “He said the only successful record stores he knew of were the ones dealing contraband under the table.” Horky says that rather than black market-fare, the store hopes to make its name on nothing more than the most extensive collection rock, punk, blues, jazz, psychedelia, pop, metal, polka, noise hip-hop, reggae, local, world, and electronic music that Michigan has to offer in the form of CD’s, DVDs, vinyl records (Horky notes that the store is getting a shipment of 78’s, 45’s and 33’s this week that includes records dating all the way back to the 1930’s), cassettes and any other format that conveys entertainment through bonded molecules of some sort. It’s not all safe though, as the High Fidelity quote suggests, the Uncle Sam’s crew plans on peddling something much more dangerous than weapons or illegal substances: the sweet misery than only pop music can deliver.