This morning a record store (are they still called record stores?) on Liberty Avenue in Little Italy had a sale on vinyl records. I didn’t catch the name of the store. I haven’t bought music in years. The last time I bought music, it was recorded on DVDs.
Anyway, it was around 8:30 a.m. and I was walking down Liberty Avenue to do some food shopping at the supermarket when I saw this long line of people stretching down the other side of the street obviously waiting for this record store to open up. A few young people were waiting for the light to change so they could join the line (I heard them talking about what a good crowd had showed up) so I asked them what was going on.
This particular music store has a sale on hard-to-find vinyl records the third Saturday in April every year. Wow. Collectables. And just once a year. And all those people had to have turn tables to play the vinyl records they were about to buy.
I knew enough about vinyl records to know that it was a niche market. And I knew there were still companies that made turn tables.
A photographer kept shooting the store front and the crowd. This sale on vinyl records was news.
I kept walking down the street thinking of vinyl records, turn tables and niche markets. I guess the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction is a niche market. It’s a niche market for a certain kind of reader, the kind of reader who enjoys culture, reports on local interests and tips on writing erotica along with sex as art and entertainment.
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This is the Old Soldier reporting from Pittsburgh.