Great piece, Jason. I'm a Kentucky boy and I packed up and moved to Louisville the DAY after I graduated college. In high school we took road trips just to visit ear-x-tacy, two hours each way. It was the greatest record store to ever exist, at least to me, a small town boy. It's long since turned into a Panera Bread, but my moments browsing their racks were my richest, most joyful of music discovery, at a time when I was gaining more listening independence and defining what I loved. I think that magnetism of ear-x-tacy bred a real thoughtful music community. I worked at a hotel and restaurant downtown, and I hired Edward (you listed him as Richard) Grimes. He was such an incredible guy - bright, loving, funny, goofy. At that point he would play some music here and there, and mostly he brushed off his output with Rachel's in a very humble way. Like, oh, that old thing? But I didn't learn just how fucking great they were until several years later. I think Edward would be so happy to know this music lives on. And further to your point, Louisville kept generating talent, with more mainstream breakouts from Nappy Roots, My Morning Jacket, and Jack Harlow.
I've yet to subscribe but I will shortly. I do get your emails and I really enjoyed this piece and have since streamed the piece of music. You have a great way of inserting your own experiences while offering a history of the Music for Egon Schiele. I also have a substack regarding music. I won't mention it here because that wasn't my intention. I posted here because I thought you might like to know that I found reading your article as time well spent. I look forward to your next piece.
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Great piece, Jason. I'm a Kentucky boy and I packed up and moved to Louisville the DAY after I graduated college. In high school we took road trips just to visit ear-x-tacy, two hours each way. It was the greatest record store to ever exist, at least to me, a small town boy. It's long since turned into a Panera Bread, but my moments browsing their racks were my richest, most joyful of music discovery, at a time when I was gaining more listening independence and defining what I loved. I think that magnetism of ear-x-tacy bred a real thoughtful music community. I worked at a hotel and restaurant downtown, and I hired Edward (you listed him as Richard) Grimes. He was such an incredible guy - bright, loving, funny, goofy. At that point he would play some music here and there, and mostly he brushed off his output with Rachel's in a very humble way. Like, oh, that old thing? But I didn't learn just how fucking great they were until several years later. I think Edward would be so happy to know this music lives on. And further to your point, Louisville kept generating talent, with more mainstream breakouts from Nappy Roots, My Morning Jacket, and Jack Harlow.
I've yet to subscribe but I will shortly. I do get your emails and I really enjoyed this piece and have since streamed the piece of music. You have a great way of inserting your own experiences while offering a history of the Music for Egon Schiele. I also have a substack regarding music. I won't mention it here because that wasn't my intention. I posted here because I thought you might like to know that I found reading your article as time well spent. I look forward to your next piece.