Just posted up three more video clips.
-Another Killing Time clip.
-Went back to local bands and uploaded a clip of Solid State. For those of you who don’t know, Solid State is Snapcase before they changed their name. The line up in the video features Jason Kourkounis, who later went on to play drums for the Hot Snakes.
-I also found a video of Atari from the Mercury Theater on Youtube and linked it up.
Enjoy.
-Larry
Just posted up a clip of Killing Time at The River Rock Cafe. Peep the video page.
-Larry
Just posted up a video of Judge at The River Rock Cafe. Check the video page.
-Larry
Home Of The Hits closing is a big deal. Here’s the cover story from the current Artvoice.
-Larry
The Day the Music Died
by Donny Kutzbach
The famous quote about pioneering 1960s band the Velvet Underground is that while few people heard their early records, everyone who did went out and started a band.
Here in the Queen City, a fitting analog to this is that Home of the Hits never sold as many records as Record Theater, Media Play and Cavages (or any other record chain that’s come and gone), but the music bought there made a massive impact not only on the people who bought it but also on the music scene here in Buffalo.
For almost a quarter of a century, this modest store has transcended retail to become something of a local institution. Now, sadly, the iconic record store that traded in garage, punk, metal, psychedelic, avant-garde, indie, electronic, power pop and just about everything in between is closing its doors.
Here I am, lamenting to sing the sad goodbye ballad of Home of the Hits.
The store grew out of Play It Again Sam’s, a local head shop begun in the mid 1970s that eventually expanded to multiple locations. The shop stocked and rented LPs alongside its vast quantity of incense, black-light posters and the like. Jennifer Flynn Preston dropped out of college to run the store that her brother had started. Her brother was a rock-and-roll junkie who hated the fact that the people he employed showed little to no excitement for music. She took the reins and began focusing heavily on the store’s record side.
By 1982, Preston’s brother sold her the Elmwood location and she changed the name to Home of the Hits, a dubious moniker at best.
Bill “Farside” Wickam, a longtime customer and former employee, recalls the story behind the name.
“Jennifer used to say her only regret was naming the store after the Modern Lovers’ Beserkley record label ‘Home of the Hits,’ as the store contained very few ‘hits’—much to the dismay of confused first-time patrons wandering down Elmwood for a solid 25 years,” he says.
It didn’t need to be about hits.
From the back room of 1105 Elmwood, Preston quietly helped shape the tastes of Buffalo’s left-of-center music-buying public, one record at a time. Her contribution to the local scene has long gone unheralded. While her constant attention to stocking the latest, greatest and often otherwise unavailable music solidified the store’s reputation, it was Home of the Hits’ environment that made it a hub.
If you needed to hang a show flier, Home of the Hits was the best place to do it. It was the only place to buy band t-shirts and hair dye in the time before the lame and tame Hot Topic-ization of America. It was a place to be seen, simply the coolest place in the city to hang out.
Through the years plenty of famous names passed through the creaky, monstrous wooden door of the mid-20th-century home converted to a storefront.
U2 pored over the aisles of albums in their early days. Chrissie Hynde once bought a Ramones design from its famed t-shirt-lined walls. Henry Rollins went on a CD-shopping spree during a snowstorm. Vincent Gallo used to spend hours on end there just hanging out.
Before retiring to raise his kids, Eric (EVR) Van Rysdam manned the register and helped Preston run Home of the Hits for 15 years. A veritable wellspring of musical knowledge, Van Rysdam can endlessly espouse on rock minutiae but sometimes obvious things slip past him.
“I was talking to this guy for a while, having a great conversation selling him some CDs before realizing the name on his credit card was Benjamin Folds,” Van Rysdam says. “What was special about Home of the Hits was always way beyond moments like that. It was the regular customers who were so happy to be here. They made it easy for me to stay here so long.”
For 24 years, Home of the Hits has been the kind of place where you’d not only buy your records but, more importantly, you’d connect with people who felt the same way you did. Call it passion.
Be it a customer or an employee, you were likely to look across the bins at someone who you could feverishly discourse about Steely Dan, the Stooges, the Smiths or Slayer. Sometimes all of those bands in one conversation!
Hillary Roe hooked up with more than a stack of CDs at Home of the Hits.
“My main memory is meeting my husband Robert for the first time in Home of the Hits,” Roe says. “We had been talking on the phone for awhile and he was in town and decided to meet up and Home of the Hits seemed like the perfect place.”
Greg Gizzi, noted local drummer and chef, says the magic of the store was behind the counter.
“I enjoyed the unique personalities of the employees the most,” Gizzi insists. “Over my 20-plus years of patronizing Home of the Hits, my musical tastes were always recognized by the staff. I would find discs personally ordered for me, sometimes unprompted. I would always dig the music!”
In days long before Pitchfork.com’s sharp record geek humor, dutiful vinyl-buying customer Tyler Harrington remembers one inspired employee gag.
“They posted a fake flier once that said: ‘Wanted! One-armed drummer needed for Def Leppard Tribute Band F-F-F-FOOLIN’—doesn’t matter if you’re righty or lefty. No poseurs!’” Harrington recalls. “It was complete with the tear-away phone numbers. Classic.”
Perhaps the unique brand of customer service Home of the Hits has offered customers simply fell out of favor with the times, the way the milkman did. Gizzi sees a more specific cause: “If video killed the radio star, then the Internet killed the record store,” he says.
Home of the Hits survived the flurry of changes in the music industry in years running the store. The 1980s saw the switching of favor from vinyl LPs to cassettes and a brief ban on import recordings, while the 1990s meant an exodus from cassette to compact discs. Preston sees the last decade’s technological boom of CD burning along with file sharing and downloading as a fight she could never win.
“You can’t beat free,” Preston says. “Free is fun and easy. Bottom line is that people can find just about anything and download, in most cases for free. People have just stopped buying CDs.”
The city’s incredible shrinking size, particularly in the 20- to 40-year-old age bracket, has also added to the burden.
“People have been emailing me asking what happened and saying they always come in every time they’re in town. I explain, ‘That’s what happened: You don’t live here.’ Thousands and thousands have left the city and that has hurt, too.”
Though the Internet has opened up music in making it easily attainable and cheap or free, it has taken something away, too. There isn’t the same kind of passion in getting new music. Clicking a computer desktop folder of song files is never going to be as exciting as looking at an album sleeve. Skipping through songs on an iPod will never offer the long-term satisfaction and appreciation of listening to a record all the way through. Furthermore, the interaction is gone.
“For the generations that grow up with the Internet, the cultural importance of places like this will be hard to grasp,” insists Bill Wickam. “Home of the Hits closing is the Buffalo equivalent of New York City losing CBGB’s. It’s been Jen’s labor of love for years, but love doesn’t pay the bills.”
Preston sees the closing of the store as something she is doing on her own terms. She has always made the store about selling music, owing the last few year’s largest percentage to used CD sales, and was reluctant to water down the idea of a being a cool record store.
“I could have tried to do a bunch of changes to reinvent things like adding video rental or selling toys and gifts, but that was never why I got into this,” she says. “That’s not what this store is about.”
There is a chance that fabled store could continue. Preston would like to sell the store, the building and the stock to someone who might carry it on. While the closing of the store is indicative of declining retail sales of recorded music, many in the music industry believe that the last man standing in the brick-and-mortar music retail game will be the boutique shops like Home of the Hits that specialize in niche recordings, rarified stuff and vinyl.
“I’m not convinced that this store can’t still make it,” she says with some optimism. “If I was in my 20s I could easily live on what I make here. At my age, however, I just can’t anymore.”
She has spoken to some interested parties but, for now, has discounted everything for a going-out-of-business sale and plans to close the store permanently by January, on what is sure to be a cold day in this city.
Retelling the story, from my journalistic standpoint, feels a lot like what I’d imagine it would be to have to write the obituary of one of my best friends.
As is the case with most of the people in the story, I fell in love with music over and over again at Home of the Hits. Sometimes I never even saw it coming.
As a kid, I saved my hard-earned, suburban teenage dollars for the few and too far between trips to buy t-shirts and music there. In my 20s, I was lucky enough to spend a few years as an employee where I’d end up handing back most of my check at the end of the week in exchange for import CDs and weird vinyl. I still insist it’s the best job I ever had.
Some of my most cherished relationships, be they with the friends I hold dear or slabs of vinyl that I’ve worn out the grooves on, were forged at Home of the Hits. It wasn’t just me.
Preston is in her back office among posters of Neil Young, Patti Smith and the Jam, and she’s holding back tears. When the news of Home of the Hits’ closing started to spread last week, there began an outpouring of phone calls, emails and message board posts from all over. Customers and friends were telling her how much the store has meant to them and how, extraordinarily, a record store helped shape their lives.
“I was thinking that I failed,” she says, “but apparently I didn’t. I thought nobody gave a shit but I was totally wrong. That’s the only reason I’m remotely happy now.”
Just posted up two video clips of Against All Hope and one clip of Fadeaway.
Also put a few more items in the Miscellaneous Rarities page.
Enjoy.
-Larry
The Buffalo News ran an article about Home Of The Hits closing in the December 5th edition of the paper. Read on.
-Larry
Home of the Hits can’t compete in age of music downloading.
24-year-old business will be closing its doors.
By JONATHAN D. EPSTEIN
News Business Reporter
12/5/2006
Home of the Hits, a longtime alternative music store on Elmwood Avenue, is closing its doors in the coming weeks, a victim of the electronic age of music downloading.
Owner Jennifer Preston said the 24-year-old business isn’t making enough money anymore to stay open, and she’s grown “kind of tired of the haul” of running it.
She said the store at 1105 Elmwood Ave. had been able to compete well for years against brick-and-mortar competitors, even Best Buy and Wal-Mart Stores, but “the record business has become so difficult in the last four or five years.”
“It’s really been a banging-your-head-against-the-wall kind of experience lately,” said the 48-year-old owner. “We still have a lot of customers and do a good business, but with the price of everything going up, it’s not enough to make ends meet anymore.”
She said the store could even compete against Internet sales, since buyers still had to wait for delivery. But with the ability to download songs directly from the Internet, high school- and college-age customers just weren’t coming into the store anymore.
“They don’t buy things anymore,” she said. “They actually laugh at the idea of buying a CD. “Why would you pay for music?’ “
Music also has to compete with many other entertainment choices, such as games, gadgets and even text-messaging, she added. And libraries, with their collections available for free, have become another competitor.
Preston is now having a going-out-of-business sale, offering 10 percent off her inventory of about 6,000 items, including records, new and used CDs, T-shirts, and DVDs. She said the discount would likely increase next week, but wouldn’t get too high because she can still return many items to pay off her suppliers.
“I’ve got a lot to get rid of,” she said.
Home of the Hits is the latest retailer in the area of Elmwood near Forest to experience change, citing local business conditions. Don Apparel, a nearby vintage clothing store, closed a month ago, and Mondo Video moved to Main Street with its niche of alternative and specialty films.
Preston said one problem for her customers has been the lack of adequate parking, and the risk of getting a $30 parking ticket, which turns a $15 CD into a $45 purchase. “People don’t want to go to the trouble of driving and parking, especially on Elmwood,” she said. “Whether they consciously do it or not, it’s always in the back of their mind. I truly think that this is an issue. It certainly doesn’t help.”
Retailers and residents in the area have also complained that a combined hotel and retail complex planned for the corner of Elmwood and Forest avenues would harm the neighborhood, uprooting some businesses. They even filed a lawsuit last summer seeking to stop the Elmwood Village Hotel project.
Both Don Apparel and Mondo Video would have been dislodged by the hotel. But Preston said that had nothing to do with her decision, and the hotel plan has since stumbled because of deed restrictions that were discovered on the property.
Preston started Home of the Hits in 1982, after working for several years at a nearby business, Play It Again Sam, that was founded in 1976. She bought the owners out and moved it three doors down to its current location.
Business grew and peaked at about $500,000 in annual sales and four employees in the mid-90s, when “everything was happening in music.” But it’s been “working its way down since then,” she said. Sales are now down 40 percent, and she has only two employees, besides herself.
She hopes to close the business by the end of the year, although she doesn’t think it’s feasible. She’ll then try to sell the building, although she’s also open to selling the entire business if “a person with younger energy” could “do something with it.”
In the meantime, Preston said she’s not sure of her future plans, but said she enjoys retail and customer service. “Business is fun, and people, too. I can’t help but help people when I’m in other stores,” she said.
Sorry I haven’t done any updates in about a month or so. I moved into a new apartment and have been caught up getting settled into the new place. Here’s some new stuff:
-I just uploaded three new video clips and added them to the video page. There are two Slugfest clips and one Support clip. I started ripping videos from my personal collection and adding them to Youtube. It’s kind of a pain in the ass but I am going to try to do a few new ones each week. I’ll be adding Buffalo bands as well as out of town bands gigging in Buffalo.
-Added some random Power Trip and Crop Dogs vinyl to the vinyl gallery.
-Added a new page for misc items that didn’t really fit in anywhere else. Started it off with the banner from Watchmen.
More stuff coming soon.
-Larry
