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Originally Posted by gmku
Seriously!? What part?
We (wife and I) lived in south Minneapolis, just east of I-35, a little north of 50th street (if I'm remembering my locale right). We'd walk over the I-35 bridge and go over to the lakes and wander around. There were some great little record stores around there, too.
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I live right by the River Road, near where Lake street crosses over the Mississippi into St Paul.
There are only a couple of indie record shops left in town; when you lived here they were all over the damn place. The late 80s/early 90s had KILLER record shopping as well. The place I just got laid off from is actually a record store that was a storefront downtown for 18 years (went online-exclusive/vintage records only due to falling record sales everywhere and condo developers taking the building they were in); business is OK, but not enough to sustain both me and my employer. We were the only two people working in the online store. I hope he does OK now; he is one of my best friends.
Now there are only two decent independent stores, one very good punk-oriented collective store run by volunteers and one good vintage/used shop. Makes me sad.
I do love my neighborhood though. My wife and I bought our house right before the market exploded, so it was cheap. We could never have a house of this size in this good of an area if we wanted to buy now!
I like this town. It's cosmopolitan enough to have a few world-class museums and a thriving arts scene both over and underground, yet small enough to feel a real sense of brother/sisterhood with the people you see at all the shows and events.