A treasure hunt in St Kilda
July 15th 2008 02:24
Last time I came here was five years ago, and left the joint with some excellent booty. "Brazil Boogie - Brazilian Jazz Funk from the 1970's and beyond" was the album, discovered beyond the hustle and bustle of Fitzroy St, Luna Park and Acland St.
This time around I came for a look-see in the hope of discovering another piece of buried-in-the-shelves treasure. But I notice a difference to the shop - the world music section has been replaced with... a bar?
Not only is it a bar with an outdoor beer garden (not sure what they call that in Melbourne), but they also have coffee, bites to eat, and a stage for live music - which seems to happen around 3-4pm every thurs, fri, sat and sunday.
Oooh yes, I have found my booty. And where, you ask? Okay I won't keep it a secret.
So I do my coffee in the beer garden, but found myself with limited time in which to wait for the live music to begin. So hey, I'll suss out the CD's. That's what I came for after all. There's a whole lot of independent music in this place and I soon find something I have never heard of but thought might tickle my fancy.
Katie Allen definitely presents as an Interesting and worthy soul singer to check out. Unfortunately I am still to find a white chick that can trump Alicia Keys in soul singing. The music was great, but I couldn't help being let down by the lyrics and seemingly forced eccentricity (don't quote me on that) of the singing. I remember the line:
"Are you rough enough, rough enough/Are you tough enough, tough enough/To be my man"
It was around this time I gave up on the CD-listening lounge and decided to soak up a bit of the atmosphere of the place. I have heard talk about Sao Paolo with its locals staying sane in a 20-million strong city by going to places that are away from the chaos, but still in the city.
Pure Pop Records is one of these places, although in a different city.
Enter, for the sake of sanity.
This time around I came for a look-see in the hope of discovering another piece of buried-in-the-shelves treasure. But I notice a difference to the shop - the world music section has been replaced with... a bar?
Not only is it a bar with an outdoor beer garden (not sure what they call that in Melbourne), but they also have coffee, bites to eat, and a stage for live music - which seems to happen around 3-4pm every thurs, fri, sat and sunday.
Oooh yes, I have found my booty. And where, you ask? Okay I won't keep it a secret.
So I do my coffee in the beer garden, but found myself with limited time in which to wait for the live music to begin. So hey, I'll suss out the CD's. That's what I came for after all. There's a whole lot of independent music in this place and I soon find something I have never heard of but thought might tickle my fancy.
Katie Allen definitely presents as an Interesting and worthy soul singer to check out. Unfortunately I am still to find a white chick that can trump Alicia Keys in soul singing. The music was great, but I couldn't help being let down by the lyrics and seemingly forced eccentricity (don't quote me on that) of the singing. I remember the line:
"Are you rough enough, rough enough/Are you tough enough, tough enough/To be my man"
It was around this time I gave up on the CD-listening lounge and decided to soak up a bit of the atmosphere of the place. I have heard talk about Sao Paolo with its locals staying sane in a 20-million strong city by going to places that are away from the chaos, but still in the city.
Pure Pop Records is one of these places, although in a different city.
Enter, for the sake of sanity.
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