That one smug individual (who claims he’s been quoted out of context) openly relished the closing of record stores is not, in and of itself, a big deal. What’s far more fucked up is the number of dopey acolytes who took to the twitterverse to proclaim they too, saw no purpose for record stores (and presumably wouldn’t shed a tear if book stores, art cinemas or museums were bulldozed as well).

Much the way Mark Cuban was once dared to make Blizzards for a day, some enterprising music retailer (of the physical variety) should offer to do a change-up w/ Maus ; the former is given an opportunity to personally interact with his adoring public for an afternoon, the latter is entrusted with the monumental task of making WENDY CARLOS SOUND LIKE THE SCREAMERS BY COMPARISON.

Good fucking grief.