We take bicycles pretty seriously over here at Huckleberry. When someone walks into the shop he or she sees bike after bike and enough apparel to clothe an entire village. Surprisingly, many visitors are more impressed by our turntable setup and wide array of records than our fleet of rides. Just like bicycles we take our music quite seriously. We all bring in a bunch of albums every week, and then take turns playing them, trying to convince everyone else that the music being played is the be-all, end-all of whatever genre or subgenre the band is purported to represent. I am probably most guilty of this. (Ed. note: yes, you definitely are!) When chatting with customers sometimes I realize I am talking more about the record being played rather than what component should be replaced or how wiping off excess chain lube will increase the lifespan of a drivetrain.
If we marry our passions at the shop then why not do the same on the blog? So welcome to the first of many reviews of our Shop Music -- our favorite records spinning at Huckleberry Bicycles. One entry may include an artist or band releasing its first limited run EP, another may be a long lost gem. The music we play runs the gamut from ridiculously silly to ridiculously awesome. Some mornings we will play some greasy organ jazz from Jimmy Smith and then, in the afternoon when the sun is beating down and the store is alive with energy and commotion, who better to provide the soundtrack than the Pointer Sisters?
I want to kick this series off with the masterwork: Fragile by British progsters Yes. To many "prog" is a dirty word. If prog is a dirty word, then uttering the word Yes would probably earn you a lengthy disciplinary sentence. Whereas Rat Scabies could only privately confide to Phil Collins that he actually dug Genesis, we here at Huckleberry are comfortable in waving or prog freak flag high!
