You know what’s got me down even more than the election? That Tower Records is closing. That is a real drag. I remember when I first moved to Los Angeles to seek my fortune back in 1983, I lived on Larabee, just north of Sunset. My friends and I would go to Tower at night….
…you could walk in and immediately go into a serious retail coma and when you came to, you were at the register with a thousand dollars worth of tapes, CD’s and DVD’s and no memory of how you got there. Bowie boxed sets. Deep Purple/ Made in Japan. The Stones at the El Mocambo. The Concert for Bangladesh, Live Rust, Thick as a Brick, Days of Future Past. Woody Allen records. Van Cliburn records. Sketches of Spain. Les Valses Nobles et Sentimentales. Page, Clapton, Hendrix. Joni Mitchell. Neil Diamond. Bonnie Raitt. The Who. The Clash. The Doors. Andre Previn. Andre Watts. She Loves You (yeah, yeah, yeah). All of it. You were in a total blackout for a couple of hours. And it was great.
While we think Baldwin’s Tower “trips” were a little more exciting than ours ever were–there are two references to blacking out in that last paragraph alone–we share his loss. But we’re also a little surprised he didn’t include Harry Belafonte in his list of band-name shout-outs.
Alec Baldwin: Goodbye, Tower [The Huffington Post]