Record Store Day 2016


It’s slightly old news that last Saturday was Record Store Day 2016 – but it was my first ever experience and I thought a recap might be in order. Despite my somewhat recent passion for vinyl, I initially refused to be one of the people standing in a long line to buy albums.  I usually cringe at the thought of a queue, unless there is a roller coaster ride waiting at the end, but what I didn’t know is that this particular line would end up leaving me with a high very similar to such a ride.

Around the Monday prior to RSD, I started taking a peek at some of the anticipated releases and, truth be told, I didn’t really even understand what a big deal some of this was until I started digging around. Slowly, I started to feel my interest growing and by Wednesday I was actually considering the possibility of going. I proposed the idea to my husband, and he agreed that we should probably at least check it out, but maybe not until later in the day. The store opened at 9 a.m., so we figured we would just roll up around 11 or 12 and take our chances with what might be left, because neither of us wanted to stand for hours amid a sea of hipsters with man-buns. (Yes, this is exactly what we envisioned.) By Friday night, we looked over the releases together and built our want list, and maybe it was the late night cocktails and beer w/ friends, but given that we weren’t really doing anything else the next morning anyway, we decided we may as well show up closer to opening.

I was starting to get excited about this and despite our late night, woke up at 6 a.m. ready to get things rolling. Sadly, the previous night’s activities affected my husband a tad more than me, and I didn’t have the heart to wake him up too early with my sudden need to nerd-out, so I let him sleep. By 8:30, I couldn’t wait any longer and got him moving…barely. The promise of coffee helped in my efforts.


During the 20+ minute drive up to Lunchbox Records, we tried to decide if coffee should happen before or just after our visit, because maybe it wouldn’t really take all that long after all. Well, that was a ridiculous notion. At about 9:10, I saw the Lunchbox Records sign approach and looked out of my window to see a line wrapped around the building with no apparent end, and I kept driving straight on to the coffee shop. We would need sustenance for this.

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With coffee in hand, we walked up to the shop, found the end of the line and prepared to wait. What surprised me the most, and perhaps it shouldn’t have, is that there were folks from all walks of life waiting right along with us.RSD 3 The realization that this wasn’t just a day created for hipsters really set in, in fact, we didn’t spot a single man-bun the whole morning. After a surprisingly short 40-ish minutes we reached the front door, which was manned by guys I’ll refer to as “RSD bouncers” – one of which happened to be an acquaintance of ours. Let me just say that Lunchbox Records really did this one right, the RSD bouncers only allowed about 30 people into the store at a time, which really helped to control the flow and enhanced the overall shopping experience. I’m not sure how other shops do this, but it definitely seemed to work.

With our list in hand, we stepped inside and headed to the back where the rest of the folks were. Neat tables with organized and labeled boxes of albums were set up in rows, and my husband and I split up and hit the stacks. We built our list with the thought that if we found just one or two of our wants we would leave happy, and we weren’t even expecting that, given that we didn’t camp out earlier. Within about two minutes, I was holding 4 items from our list, and my husband came over with several more. We regrouped to see what remained and headed back out. Several Lunchbox employees were also offering to help and with a little of their assistance, we were quickly holding every single item on our list – plus two records for a friend in South Carolina that he couldn’t find at his local shop. Remember that roller coaster high I mentioned earlier? This was it. We talked briefly about seeing what else we might find, but thinking that we may have already over done it, we decided it was time to walk away like the smart people that we aspire to be and reward ourselves with brunch.

With my first Record Store Day in the books, I am happy to say that not only am I looking forward to next year, I might actually show up earlier – might. I will also try to be less judgemental of man-buns…then again, perhaps not.

Oh, you want to know what we picked up? Here’s the rundown:

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Afrika Bambaataa & Soulsonic Force – Planet Rock (Remixes)

John Coltrane – The Roulette Sides

Johnny Cash – All Aboard the Blue Train

The Best of the Johnny Cash TV Show – 1969-1972

Madonna – Like a Virgin & Other Hits (Originally released in Japan, now on pink vinyl)

Across the Universe Cast – Music from the Motion Picture

Rob Zombie – Well Everybody’s Fucking in a UFO

Outkast – Elevators (Me & You) 10″ single w/ remixes (Glow in the dark vinyl)

Bee Gees / Faith No More (Side by Side) – I Started a Joke

Warren Zevon / Flamin’ Groovies (Side by Side) – Werewolves of London

Reverend Horton Heat – Hardscrabble Woman / Lying to Myself

Shawn Colvin & Steve Earl – Wake Up Little Susie

Buddy Guy & Junior Wells – Criteria Sessions

Bleachers – Terrible Thrills Vol. 2 – All-female version of their debut album, Strange Desire



San Francisco

San Fran Pink Ladies

What does one do when traveling to San Francisco for the first time? Tour Alcatraz? Check. See the Painted Ladies? Check. Head to wine country and indulge in all things good? Check. Buy vinyl and whiskey? Absolutely! Besides eating and drinking our way through what quickly became one of my favorite cities and regions, I had two musts on the list and one was to visit at least one local record shop and the other was to stop in to Cask, the curators of our Whiskey Explorer’s Club.

I decided to turn to social media for a recommendation on which record store to visit, because there were a handful in the city (mostly in the Haight, of course) and I was trying to not completely monopolize our time. Who better to turn to than my Instagram connection, GrooveNarrative, who happens to be an SF based vinyl enthusiast? He gladly offered up a number of suggestions, and while I can’t wait to check out the rest of the shops on his list during a future visit, I opted to go for one of his first mentions, Rooky Ricardo’s – plus, I just dug the name.

San Fran RookieIt turned out that the shop was in the midst of making a move to a location down the block, but most of the vinyl was still in this original location, along with a handful of listening stations set up, which the owner encouraged us to use while he bounced back and forth between the locations. I appreciated the trust to leave us alone in the store, and while I realize we don’t exactly look shady, I suspect vinyl folks tend to be generally trustworthy. I mean, what kind of jackass would try to steal vinyl?

A few minutes after digging through the stacks I didn’t even feel the need to use a listening station, at least not for the purposesSan Fran Records of checking out the condition, because this vinyl was so clean. It was obvious that the owner cared about what he was offering up in the shop. The hardest part was deciding what to take with me, given that whatever it was would need to make it’s way back on the plane with me.  After forcing myself to limit the haul to 6 spontaneously selected albums, we said our goodbyes and headed back out to make the steep uphill trek towards some of the best whiskey cocktails we had in the city. We had worked up quite a thirst by then, those hills are no joke! If you find yourself in the Haight, stop by the Alembic, you won’t be sorry.San Fran Alembic

Our final day in San Francisco left me feeling like there was still so much that we hadn’t experienced, and as much as I wanted to hit Groove Merchant and Amoeba Music, I decided those would need to wait for the next trip and instead we made our way to Cask in the Rincon Center. To paraphrase an Instagram follower, if there was ever a zombie apocalypse, this is where I’d like to hide out. The gentleman operating that store that day introduced himself as Greg and asked if we were San Fran Casklooking for anything in particular. When I told him that I was a member of their Whiskey Explorer’s club, he immediately set off to see if he had anything special in the back, and brought out a couple of bottles that neither of us had come across before – Parker’s Heritage and Elmer T. Lee. Sold. Also sold on the Cask Exclusive Gordon & MacPhail Caol Ila single malt – which might be the smartest purchase I made while in the city. One taste and I was in heaven, so it’s a good thing that my husband isn’t as much of a scotch fan as I am because I’ll be hanging on to this one for as long as possible. I also suspect that these beauties will make their way into a Whiskey Vinyl Vibe one of these days.

San Fran Whiskey

We had a couple of slots left in the niftiest wine shipper that I’ve ever seen, called the Wine Check. It’s a wine shipping box inside of a bag designed to check on the plane, and it was brilliant! No one said we had to only fill it with wine, so the last spots went to these glorious bottles – and our San Francisco haul was complete.

San Fran Carrier

I could go on and on about the food, wine, and the cocktails that we experienced during our trip, but more than anything it was the people that made this so special. San Francisco and the Napa Valley region are filled with friendly folks, from my social media contacts who were so helpful, to the best bartenders and servers, the most gracious Air BnB hosts, and everyone in between – thank you for making our trip a memorable one. We will definitely be back.

A quick list of some of our other favorites:

Best Lunch:  Yank Sing (Come hungry!)

Best Dinner: Quince (A very special evening out to celebrate our 10-year anniversary)

Best Tiki Bar: Pagan Idol (The best bartenders around!)

Best Winery Tour while in the Napa valley: This is a tough one, but I’d go with the Chateau Montelena estate tour, followed closely by the cave tour and tasting at Schramsberg

For the best Air BnB experience in St. Helena – shoot me a message and I’ll gladly share!



Whiskey Vinyl Vibe #9 – The Spirit of New Orleans

I tend to be a bit of a planner, so when a little spontaneity unfolds, I embrace the hell out of it. After a morning spent grabbing some great finds at a local shop for my very first Record Store Day (more on that to come later) we decided to reach out to friends to see if they had any interest in hanging at our home for dinner, cocktails, and of course, vinyl. Despite the last minute invite, we were pleasantly surprised that they were free.

Now, we are fortunate to have a number of friends who happen to appreciate music the way we do, and this couple is certainly no exception. When I asked which album he would like to hear first, without any hesitation the words “Jeff Buckley – Grace” were enthusiastically uttered. He had never heard the album on vinyl, and of course I was happy to oblige. No one ever needs to twist my arm to play Buckley.

So, why isn’t this Whiskey Vinyl Vibe titled “The Spirit of Jeff Buckley”? For a number of reasons, with the first being that Buckley deserves some serious attention and when you are socializing and listening to music at the same time,  the attention factor tends to wane. The second reason has to do with the second album that we put on…well, now that I think of it, it was actually the third. You see, I learned something new about one of our friends when her eyes lit up at the site of the Rob Zombie album we had picked up earlier in the day, so I had no other option but to give it a quick spin. I think she was pleased.  Next up was certainly a bit different than the prior choices, but it had no less impact. The moment the needle dropped and the strong roar of the percussion exploded from the first track of The Preservation Hall Jazz Band – That’s It, we all fell silent and turned it up. Turned it way up.

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I’ll admit that I’ve never been to New Orleans, but I have a solid appreciation for the music – and this album screams New Orleans throughout.  It consists entirely of original songs for the band, which is a first in their extensive history, but still felt like a complete throwback and I would’ve never known that these were new pieces if I hadn’t read the liner notes. Another interesting tidbit is that it was produced not only by PHJB member Ben Jaffe, but also Jim James of My Morning Jacket. The hubby and I have always agreed that Jim James is one of those people who is such a genius that he just might be borderline crazy, which is likely why his involvement in musical projects always seems to produce something a bit magical. This album is no exception.

Thanks to our friends for enjoying this random night with us in our home and sharing in our varied tastes of music, and also to my husband for whipping up an incredible cocktail for us to enjoy with album. Besides having a spontaneous evening with friends, I now want to figure out how to take a spontaneous trip to New Orleans – but that one might just require a bit of planning.  In the meantime, I will just have to settle for more last minute nights like this one – cheers!



A New Orleans tradition like the Preservation Hall Jazz Band deserves a traditional New Orleans cocktail to go with it. As such, the Vieux Carre was a no-brainer. I mean, it’s even named for the French Quarter. It doesn’t get more quintessential New Orleans.

I’m currently having a love affair with this cocktail, I’m not ashamed to admit it. There’s spice and heat from the rye, there’s herbs and a bit of sweetness from the Benedictine, depth from the cognac – it has it all.

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Vieux Carre-

1oz of rye whiskey (overproof suggested)

1oz of cognac

1oz of sweet vermouth

A bar spoon full of Benedictine

2 dashes of Angostura bitters

2 dashes of Peychauds bitters


Combine all ingredients in a cocktail pitcher full of ice and stir. Strain into a rocks glass with fresh ice. Garnish with a lemon twist and enjoy. Cheers!