A DISQUISITION ON THE DEATH OF TOWER RECORDS

It has been clear for some time now that Tower was not waving, but drowning.

I’ve lived near one Tower outlet or another for many of the last 15 years, and I’ve spent time disproportionate to money there.

Because Tower for me has always been more a communal experience than a consumer experience...

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I often seem to spend a couple of hours there on Christmas Day.

I get in my car, hit the quiet winter streets, and soon round a corner to see a scarred moon struggling to lift itself above the red backslanted type.

I wend my way through the aisles.

I look, but I do not covet.

I am at peace.

Goodbye Tower.