The Freudian aspects of this picture will haunt me for a long time.
Chris Carrillo scores an original copy of The Velvet Underground and Nico just hours after it arrived in our shop. Chris is a longtime friend of the store ever since he arrived on our doorstep peddling cheap knock-offs of name-brand colognes.
So the big question we all have is: What's under the banana?
It's the night before the next installment of Dali's Moustache. This show promises to be just as great as our first two outings. One of the things I am most proud of is that so many young musicians are appearing at the bookstore, and at least one young poet, Patrick Carrillo. I hoped that Imagine would become a part of the fabric of the community and this has happened. My son, Ezra, tells me that fliers for the show are all over Warren High School. That's cooler than the time I found a vintgage Jean Luc Piccard action figure, even though we all know Kirk was the better captain.. And I have finally decided to give in and read a few poems of my own. This was made much easier by Eric Frias, a really talented musician who will be performing with me and making my poems sound so much better. I am also thrilled that Genevieve Davenport will perform on solo cello. I've known Genevieve since she was a small girl and it's amazing to see what a wonderfully talented young woman she's become. For those who caught our first Dali's Moustache, Genevieve is the daughter of Gary Davenport, who played a memorable set that night. Our own John Bishop will host the event. I have it on good authority that Ezra Hurd, plans to read a poem of his own. Now that will be something!
When I was younger, I remember watching one of those beach movies. The teenage gang all hung out at a hip joint run by a guy known as the Big Kahuna. As I recall, and my memory is a little sketchy on this point, the Big Kahuna was this older guy who still retained a little of the coolness he'd established years ago. Now, when I am past fifty, I wonder if I have not become this man. I feel that I am constantly teetering on the edge of becoming a square, but even my oldest son, Armand, had to admit my hipster points went up when I opened a record store. Perhaps. But as I watch these young, talented kids take over the spotlight, I could not be happier.
Looking out of my office window with a a view of Imagine Books and Records, I see Bishop, our manager, putting another record on the turntable. Neil Diamond's "I'm a Believer." I gave Bishop sugar a little while ago (a Snickers bar which he claims is brain food). Big mistake. In a few minutes he will be literally bouncing around the store. It's pouring rain outside and the shop is currently devoid of customers. Not to worry, for Imagine is definitely on the upswing this month, fueled in part by the addition of some wonderful new vinyl. More on that later.
It's been almost four month since we opened our doors, and almost a year since I first broached the idea of opening a used book and record store to my wife, Irma. To my neverending surprise, she encouraged me to go ahead with this crazy scheme. It's been an incredible journey. Today, our little bookshop has become an integral part of our community. Time and time again, people have donated books to us saying all they wanted from us is that we survive. As one of our loyal customers put it the other day, "This isn't just any bookstore, it's our bookstore." This is more rewarding than I can possibly express.
Bishop is putting on a fresh pot of coffee. Pink Floyd has replaced Neil Diamond. It's another day at Imagine.