Why Record Store Day matters

Rub your eyes and scoff and snort and click on some other link with astounding cat facts. That’s fine. I get it. I don’t really want to be reading about Record Store Day either.

After all, it’s sort of a cheap play right?

Record Store Day is not important or of its time like the other big celebrations this month: Not like Earth Day where I get to pretend the beer cans I recycle weren’t filled with corn syrup or GMOs.

And it’s not like Coachella, where the number of similarly ironic knock-off Wayfarers are only outnumbered by the number of similarly ironic smells of outdoor human concert compost (to the untrained festival nose they are: unwashed dorm comforter, tent sex, dung beetle crash pad, empty road trip water bottle half filled with urine, sorority girl bathroom during full moon, found condom wrapper and soupçon of dehydrated…