A pet pig would not be entirely out of place at Deep Thoughts. The store is idiosyncratic.
Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
Print this out, grab a piece of tape, and stick it on the back of your door so you keep these in mind each day of 2016.
Consider this your holiday shopping checklist for the record aficionados and rising musicians. Best of all, everything’s in the three-digit price range or less.
Right when we were about to go running through the streets of Cambridge flipping off every defunct music space we found, Deep Thoughts stepped up to save the day.
Keep this bookmarked through the school year, and, in the words of the patron saint of getting wild, Andrew W.K.: “Party till you puke.”
Record Store Day is a bit of a clusterfuck now.