Jerry is away fishing for the weekend, so Eva and I set off on an urban adventure yesterday, in search of the fabled Recordland of Inglewood.
We had only been through Inglewood once before and that was because we took the wrong turnoff. We must come back to the magical place, we said. Naturally when we intentionally tried to go there, we couldn't find it, but after a few aborted turnoffs into Ogden and the Sam Livingstone Fish Hatchery, we arrived.
Recordland is unbelievable. It is ramshackle warren of little rooms, each quite literally stacked from floor to ceiling with used cds. A few rooms contain vinyl, there's a room of singles, and even a shelf of 8-tracks for the affectionado trying to recreate those magical years of 1972-1975.
Almost immediately upon entering, Eva spotted The Correct Use of Soap and Real Life, two Magazine cds she's been looking for for a long time, and I noticed the Cramps' Bad Music for Bad People.
My major find was a Shoulder cd; Shoulder was the punk band that Bry Webb fronted before joining the Constantines, while still in London, ON. I'm listening to it right now and it it pretty damned decent. I'll play you some stuff later. Eva also found some Sparks, Bjork, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and Primal Scream, and got into a debate with the clerk about Magazine's influence on post-punk (and won). That's my girl!
We putskied around Inglewood for a couple of hours, popping into consignment stores, a crazy-assed costume store, and an art supply store where the clerk was wearing a really nice Sonic Youth tee. The first cafe we stopped by was closed for a wedding, so we ended up having an iced coffee in a lovely little house converted into a cafe. It was all cute little vibrantly painted rooms, each with 2 -3 tables, and we chose the lower level backroom which looks out onto the back garden.
And then, because we had no urgency to get home for supper, we decided to head to Mission instead and try out the new sushi restaurant we had spotted on our last visit. Naturally we got lost and somehow ended up at the Stampede grounds (a couple of times) but eventually found ourselves in Mission, albeit approaching it from a completely different direction than we had anticipated.
We had salads and a few pieces of sushi on the patio where a little scavenger bird kept us company, but rejected the lettuce I offered, followed that with coffee and lemon squares and nanaimo bars on the patio of our favourite coffee shop, the Purple Perk, and took home some curry pastes, homemade pickled beets, and a big tin of cappucino cream wafers from the organic meat market beside the used book store.
Unfortunately we arrived home to discover that nobody had snuck into our yard to mow the lawn whilst we were away, so I had to do that with a achingly-full gut and sore feet, and the cat yelled at us for being away so long, but it was an altogether glorious day.
Here then, is the much delayed
Friday Saturday random playlist:
the Lovecats - the Cure
Welcome to Paradise - Green Day
Good-bye - Mary Gauthier
No No No - the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
the Body Says No - the New Pornographers
Girlfriend is Better - Talking Heads
Louie Louie - Kingsman
Terrorists and Inhalers - Dubblestandart
Un Poison Violent, C'est Ca L'amour - Jean-Claude Brialy and Serge Gainsbourg
I'm the Man Who Loves You - Wilco
Have a glorious weekend, you people of the sun.
Don't give away any Harry Potter spoilers.