Skip Groff has lost its neighborhood record store method. He is dead.
According to his family, Groff died after suffering a snap earlier this week. He is 70 years old. If you do not grow in the DC area at & # 39; 70s – & # 39; 90s desperate to get the imported 7-inch before anyone else, Groff does not mean anything to you.
But his store, Yesterday and Today Records in Rockville, Md., Mean the world in the generation of cool kids. He left his career as a major label and pop radio guy to open a shop that had been removed by the children from the same in 1977, as punk was taking on American shores. He has opened an unbeatable suburban strip center outside the Beltway in a cool-kids hangout for the next few decades, offering customers a chance to get the rarest vinyl he wants to restore from his safari record in England.
But Groff, who made the debut disc in 1981 from MacKaye's band, Minor Threat, scheduled the event for a Tuesday, and did not think of the effect of the school week on attendance. "Maybe 10 or 15" people are on site when the band's bus tour is taken.
The Damned was threatening-until they entered the store and saw Groff's operation. "[O] nce they went to the record store that they were amazed," said MacKaye. "If you get stranded in one place for an hour or so, Yesterday and Today is not the worst place."
Back to me: Groff's record store is always special because of the fact that I went to the report as an unforgettable story of my work. I received a call from an editor at Washington Post in the spring of 1994 and said that they found Kurt Cobain's body. The editor wants me to get reactions from young people about the news. He thought the coolest record store was the best place. He sent me to Y & T Records.
It was a day of school, and I left my home in D.C. a little before the schools allow. The store is emptier than the Damned sign record at my return, but a steady stream of tiny punks has begun to appear.
It's new to the internet or cell phones, so I break the bad news to children. The death of Cobain made me sad, but not sadder than any popular suicide. I definitely bought Nevermind the day I first heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (really!) But soon after I gave it and my punk and cool records in my Danish cousin, for adolescent angst. So when he died, I was listening to new, more important country acts like Dwight Yoakam, Steve Earle, and the Mavericks.
But I quickly learned that the kids I met in Groff's store were nothing more important than Cobain's. They replied that if I told them that the JFK had been killed. The first child I approached dressed in a jacket fatigues in Vietnam with punk slogans all over, a cooler than anything I wanted to put on, and looked about 14 years old.
"What do you think happened to Kurt?" I will ask.
"He deserves!" Said the child. So, I'm thinking, Wow, that's a bit cruel, but a fine punk makes up. "Is he worthy?" I will ask. "Yes, he was fighting drugs, and he overdosed. He had to stop."
I realized then that the boy thought I was asking about Cobain's OD in Rome a month earlier , which still talks about the world of rock. "No, he's dead," I said. "They found her body."
And the blood hurried from the face of the boy as he stared at me and began to cry. He asked me if I told him the truth, and when I said yes, he ran on a payphone outside Groff's store to make some calls. Every other child I spoke over the next few minutes reacted with a similar shock. And soon enough with a line on the same payphone of about five children, all in punk regalia, all crying, all waiting to make the same call. I had to wait until they were done on the phone in my quotes for the early editions. Pearl Jam played a show in the D.C market that night, and the Cobain story the next day Post used quotes from that show and shook the mine. My only record that even though I worked on that story was the pay stub.
A picture of the line of young punks waiting for payphone outside Yesterday and Today Records on the Day Kurt Cobain Died could be some amazing artifacts, especially this week. But back when Skip Groff's store record was the place to hang out, there were no cell phone cameras to pick up that shot. There are different times.