Bleecker Street Record Store moved to its new location in the West Village, NYC – NO Starbucks!

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Bleecker Street Records moved to its new location right around the corner, in a new space at 188 West 4th St. between Jones and Barrow, West Village, NYC 10014. Phone: 212-255-7899.

Let’s hope the record shop’s new landlord lets them keep Skuzzball and Creeper, the store’s ginormous cats, one of whom graces their T-shirt–which, by the way, is currently available in a very cool purple on black.

Rush before they’re sold out. Who knows, you may bump into Mick Jagger!

 

Update #4: Here’s the new address for Bleecker Street Records: 188 West 4th Street, West Village, NYC 10014.  Phone: 212-255-7899. They are in the process of moving.  They buy and sell NEW & USED VINYL LP’s / 45rpm’s / CD’s / DVD’S plus POSTERS / T-SHIRTS / & 2 HUGE CATS haha!

Update #3: Good news: The Bleecker Street Record Store is relocating! They found a better space and location on 4th St about 2 blocks from the store they were forced to give up.  They’re moving to the new place in a few days.  We’ll publish the address of the new location after they move. So, you still can catch the cool cats at the Bleecker Street Record Store!

Update #2: As of today 21 June 2013, the store’s still open. Keep your fingers crossed! Greedy landlord.

Update #1: The store will remain open until mid-May when the lease expires.

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Another West Village rent increase victim: Bleecker Street Records to close in April.

Bleecker Street Record Store is more than a music landmark, it’s a place for discovering and buying amazing vinyl records, get together with friends to talk about music and, if you get lucky, meet some rock stars. Last week I was at the store a few minutes after it had open in the morning. While I was there I bumped into Jimmy Page, the guitarist of Led Zeppelin, who was looking at some vintage records, and we talked about the sad news that the store may soon close due to rent hike.

Bleecker Street Records has been in business for more than 20 years. A review in New York Magazine points out that a customer might find anything from a high-quality Japanese vinyl pressing of John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s “Wedding Album” to an autographed copy of “Eat ‘Em and Smile,” and that the store is also home to three cats.

But 1010 WINS’ Carol D’Auria reported the store will probably close in April, because the new landlord plans to jack up the rent to $27,000 a month. Chris Simunek believes that trend is running the Village.

“It’s absurd,” he said. “You know, what’s going to go in there is a Starbucks or something , or just something that we already have plenty of.”

Another man called Bleecker Street Records an old-fashioned mom-and-pop-style store.

“I’m a guy who goes to a lot of record stores, and I appreciate them – and little by little, especially over the past five years, they’ve all closed down,” he said.

The real estate Web site RKF.com shows the storefront up for rent, along with a sketch featuring an overhead sign reading “Good Property.” The advertisement notes the storefront is flanked by upscale neighbors such as Amy’s Bread, David’s Tea, L’Occitane en Provence, Murray’s Cheese, Rocco’s, and a soon-to-open 16 Handles.

20121120-jimmy-page-cover-picture-286x389-1353453010Retail music has been in sharp decline over the past decade, with nearly all of the major corporate chains having dwindled or vanished. Tower Records shut down all its U.S. retail stores in 2006 and continues only as an online retailer, Coconuts records closed most of its stores several years ago and now operates only five Tri-State area locations under the F.Y.E. name, and Borders Books and Music went out of business altogether in 2011.

Some smaller record stores have remained in business, and rekindled an interest in vinyl records. But published reports said within the Village alone, another record store – Bleecker Bob’s at 118 W. 3rd St. – will soon be closing after more than 40 years in business, also due to a rent increase.

Mr. Rookard, a 35-year Village resident, told the New York Times the change fit the area’s continuing pattern of gentrification. “All that will be left down here are A.T.M.’s and bars, if anything,” he said.

Watch the Beastie Boys video “Open Letter to NY” (Bob’s shoutout included), below…

Bleecker Bob’s, which began as Village Oldies Records in 1968, on Bleecker Street, and moved to two other locations before ending up at No. 118, had many rock ’n’ roll moments. Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin’s guitarist, tended the register there occasionally, as did Frank Zappa, according to employees, who said both musicians were friends with Bob Plotnick, the store’s owner.

In the late 1970s, the store sold punk rock records when few other shops did, customers and employees remembered. Even the building itself, near Macdougal Street, brushed up against fame: in the 1960s, it was also home to the Night Owl Cafe, where the Lovin’ Spoonful often played, Mr. Wiedener said.

Asked if the record store would possibly remain in the location and the space would go off the market, Ezra said there was “no chance.”

City property records show a buyer using the name 239 Bleecker Partners LLC purchased the entire landmarked building, which has apartments on the upper floors, in January 2012 for $3.95 million.

Bleecker Street Records employee Dino Hallas touted the “richness” of records compared to CDs and MP3s, and struck down the notion that consumers had lost interest in vinyl.

“It’s all lies that there’s no market for records anymore,” he said. “It’s just the leases. Landlords just want to get paid.”

Customer Charlie Frohne, 30, said Bleecker Street Records’ selection of classic punk and reggae records has brought him into the store every month for the past four years.

“Record stores disappear and it’s really disappointing,” he said. “This feels like part of New York.”

Bleecker Street is a street in New York City’s Manhattan borough. It is perhaps most famous today as a Greenwich Village nightclub district. The street is a spine that connects a neighborhood today popular for music venues and comedy, but which was once a major center for American bohemia.

Bleecker Street connects Abingdon Square, the intersection of Eighth Avenue and Hudson Street in the West Village, to the Bowery in the East Village.

Nearby sites include Washington Square Park and music venue Cafe Wha?, where Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Bruce Springsteen, Kool & the Gang, Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor, and many others began their careers. The club CBGB, which closed in 2006, was located at the east end of Bleecker Street, at the corner of Bowery.

Read more about Bleecker Street in Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleecker_Street

Listen: The National: “Don’t Swallow the Cap” New Single

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On May 21 (May 20 in the UK),  the Brooklyn band The National will release their new album Trouble Will Find Me through 4AD. Following the song “Demons”,  they’ve shared a new single called “Don’t Swallow the Cap”– have a listen below.

Talk about understatements: When Matt Berninger sings, “I can’t fight it any more/ I’m going through an awkward phase,” on The National’s new single, “Demons”, it seems less about whatever may have happened in the three years between High Violet and the forthcoming Trouble Will Find Me than a wry remark on his band’s entire anxious 14-year existence– and how they’ve stopped trying to second-guess it. In his deepest voice, over a dirty little guitar shimmer, fractured drums in 7/8, and a naive, Eno-like synth wiggle, Berninger makes one of his trademark water-logged images home to sewer-roaming, and offers beautifully mysterious, conspiratorial lines like “I am secretly in love with everyone that I grew up with”. Like High Violet’s “Sorrow”, “Demons” works as (admittedly a slightly niche) joke at the expense of the band’s shadowy reputation while wholeheartedly embracing it. The song sticks to a warm, medicated swirl rather than stealing off with some epic, heavenly climax– as a song off High Violet might have done– and it’s all the better for it.

At first, the National were tentatively but desperately aware of their potential, tempering their tendency toward aspiration by sending it up; now, they fret about squandering potential fulfilled. “I do not think I’m going places any more… When I walk into a room, I do not light it up/ Fuck,” Berninger sings in the highly-strung middle-eight, a string section burrowing within the song’s complex lattice. His song character is no longer a “birthday candle in a circle of black girls,” but “Demons” is another intense ember in their beguiling, long-burning fire.