There are a lot of people who champion the sentiment that "Record Store Day's every day" (I count myself among them). Prior to yesterday I had never really *done* the whole RSD thing. I think last year I copped a Chad VanGaalen 7" - but late in the afternoon once the madness had died down.
So this was my first venture into the wait-wait-wait-door-rush that is RSD, and I didn't even mean to do it.
(Well I had planned on going, just not quite so early)
Maybe it's a lazy metaphor, but Record Store Day is essentially a birthday. We're celebrating something great's existence with a party, exclusive items, live music, so on and so on. "Hey man, I appreciate you! Kudos on your special day!"
It also comes chock full of local hi-fives. Friendly faces deejaying, pouring their trademark cold brew coffee, chatting excitedly about their finds. Sure it's the sort of craziness that's kinda overwhelming, definitely not meant for every weekend. But to share that crate digging experience on such a heightened level is a pretty great thing.
In case your curious, I scored Merge's William Tyler reissue, Deseret Canyon, King Krule's 6 Feet Beneath The Moon, and A Tribe Called Quest's Low End Theory (on CD no less!). What did you snag?