Bruce Brodeen:
"When I lived in LA, '87-'93, it was a life-line. THE record store for
discovery and happenstance in SoCal.   The staff, while knowledgeable, were
always haughty, unimpressed and unapproachable (not unlike Denver's Wax
Trax, a constant in their history here in Colorado). The liked it that way
and never sought out helping music buyers and fans, the countless scores
upon scores of times I was in there.   Easily overlooked, though.   The
selection was so awesome, so deep so you could un-concerned about small
issues like 'the staff are a-holes'.   It just fit the territory,
landscape."

An odd coincidence to read Bruce's recollections, since one of the first CDs
I ever bought at Aron's was an early Not Lame multi-artist comp. (I can't
think of the title at the moment, but it featured black type and black line
art on a very dark purple background --not the label's finest hour in terms
of cover "eye appeal," Mr. B! ;-))

And he's right about the 'tude from Aron's staff.  I could never understand
why. Here you had a virtual shrine to the joy of music, but it was staffed
by unhelpful, sullen, cooler-than-thou types. When Amoeba opened, I knew it
was only a matter of time before Aron's went under. It wasn't just the
astonishing size and product depth, but compared to Aron's employees,
Amoeba's people were as nice as Disneyland "cast members," albeit with
multiple eyebrow piercings.

So while I will miss Aron's weekend-long parking lot sales, I shed no tears
for the place.

Drew
np: Kirsty MacColl - FROM CROYDON TO CUBA
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