The clientele: Aging East Coast hippies, young Bostonites with an appreciation for kitsch and the occasional Jimmy Page sighting
Just steps away from the near-mythical Paradise Rock Club lies this unassuming little shop which has vaulted some of the world’s finest used records, tapes, and 8-tracks for more than 35 years. Rock ‘n’ roll is the forte of this shop, which you might call cozy, if you interpret “cozy” to mean there’s not a centimeter of free space to be found. The bounty within can barely be contained by the basement shop’s staircase, walls, and doors, which is always a good sign.
The clientele: Prog-rock snobs and crate diggers from near and far
This shop has it all: It’s well organized, the staff is informed, and the prices are reasonable if not bargain. With new titles arriving every day, if you don’t jump on that gem you’ve been looking for, you’re likely not to find it again. There’s easily more records than should be physically possible to fit in this space, but that’s where the ceiling-high milk crates come in: They're like little mystery bins of vinyl gold. If you’re willing to challenge another rummager for the right to forage through an unmarked crate of vinyl, chances are you’ve just struck vintage gold. It's basically American Pickers for music nerds.