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The New Kary, Zabriskie Point, Transex: to the list of historic record stores that have permanently reduced the blind in Milan over the years, it is now sadly necessary to add Mariposa, which after having closed its doors a few years ago in Porta Romana (vinyl and imported sweets have given way to cappuccinos, centrifuges and brioches), not without regret, also writes the good word in the place that has historically resisted, since 1985, in the Santa Radegonda Gallery.
The closure of the amoeba in Los Angeles
Unfortunately true: With a few words posted on Facebook, Mariposa confirmed the news that those who love rock, punk, and metal hoped never to read, even knowing it is the umpteenth chapter in an unstoppable (and not painless) process. In fact, physical record stores, which in addition to selling CDs and other media have played the role of hangouts for years, especially for listeners of niche music genres, have had to embrace a market going for several years. the opposite direction. , always more virtual than real. Coronavirus has only helped shake up an already very unstable sector even more: just think that Los Angeles Amoeba Music on Sunset Boulevard (which won’t reopen and move to a new location on Hollywood Boulevard next fall) to support Los expenses in these weeks of closure and not leaving the 400 employees without income were forced to ask for help in GoFundMe. Which Generation Records also did in New York.
What bitterness …
But pass that window inside the Duomo metro station, full of people on the occasion of the meeting with the artists and always updated with the latest news, and still find the lights on (perhaps crossing some face that has not been seen for some time). Time) has always been a staple for those who have grown a lot of money and savings in search of that unattainable album, wandering around exhibitors arranged strictly in alphabetical order for endless hours. Habits change, life can lead elsewhere, but passion (the real one) certainly can’t be locked in a box to forget in the attic: sooner or later you always crossed that threshold again, even with some money in your less pocket and some extra white hair. Now, however, as always in front of the closed shutters of the places we love, there remains only a bitter conscience: that of having lost a part of us. And with that, you know, it’s getting harder to calculate.
May 3, 2020 (change May 3, 2020 | 4:09 PM)
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