That young man didn't think it was too "groovy"

Real Groovy Records has gone into receivership, and I really don't care. The original Auckland branch became somewhat notable as a place to spot celebrates when they were in town. Two years ago you could see Henry Rollins or Omar Rodriguez shopping there like common plebs, and I owe that store to my Jack White anecdote. I suppose the Auckland shop would be an actual loss, as there aren't any other secondhand record shops in the CBD. Wellington will always have Slow Boat, but I suppose Real Groovy's fiscal troubles signal the arrival of faster broadband in the antipodes. The real issue is whether this means that bands with stop touring here, and again, I can't really pretend like I care too much. Considering that [i]The Big Gay Out[/i] hasn't been relevant since '95, and the locals never really understood inclusive concert etiquette. A metal show usually involves having your head stoved in by skinheads in black T-shirts. Any D 'n B gig is far too scene, and something a lil' more highbrow will be attended by pedant students who won't be satisfied until they make sure you know that they know more about the entertainer than you ever will.

So music is dead as a municipal, tangible 'product'. Any halfwit can record derivative nonsense using any freeware, open a MySpace, upload it, and become a meme in Sweden. Worked for me. Move on