Jeremy B.
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There’s plenty of stuff I can say about this shop, and I’m gonna be completely genuine about this. The fact is, I had recently gone to this record shop just to browse and see what I might bring home. To my surprise, in the back they had some vintage records. Out of all of them, the only one that seemed to catch my eye was a vintage Beatles Abbey Road record, and of course, I couldn’t say no, so I went on and took it with me.
I wasn’t able to look at the record itself because it was taped shut, but at first glance, I didn’t think much of the record’s condition considering the price of almost 50 dollars. But when I brought it to the register, they decided to open it up for me and show it to me a little bit from the counter. After a couple of glances, I really saw that there was some wear and scratches on the record, and I told the lady I would pass on it. I kid you not, as soon as I said that, they started to question me and tell me that there wasn’t anything wrong with it. I told her I saw some scratches on the record and that I would pass on it. She and one of her employees started to tell me there was nothing wrong with it.
At one point, the employee even said, “I’ll show you some scratches.” They kind of started to press me and give me a whole lesson, trying to tell me that the record was practically unused and talking about how the spindle hole looked brand new. And to tell you the truth, I’m in my teens and have barely been collecting records for more than 5 months now, but I’m pretty sure I’m smart enough to know that the condition of the spindle hole has nothing to do with the record itself.
After a little bit, I just kind of felt pressured, and my mom told me to go with it and maybe it wasn’t that bad, so I gave in. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was probably sold a lemon. When I finally got home, I took a look at it myself, and sure enough, it wasn’t in the best condition. There’s only so much cleaning could do, but when I played it, not even 20 seconds into Here Comes the Sun, I took it off—extremely disappointed at the fact that it sounded like I was cooking bacon in my room.
For 50 bucks… now I don’t know what to do with the record. I bought one of my favorite records thinking I’d actually get my money’s worth like I have in the past. Total opposite. I’d be lucky to even get 10 bucks for it at my local record store if I tried to sell it.
Never again will I come to this place. It ruined the fun of collecting old records for me. They shouldn’t casually get away with stuff like that, and to think I believed this place was all for the community. It’s officially the worst record store I’ve been to in Louisiana. I’d suggest going to NOLA Mix Records or Lagniappe Records instead.
In other words, this place just isn’t it—overpriced and bad. My first time going here, I paid 40 dollars for a 20 dollar Santana album, and now I was sold a lemon Abbey Road album. What a way to start my collection.