All hail Karl Hendricks.
This week, Karl is selling Sound Cat Records (formerly Jim’s, formerly Paul’s CDs, soon-to-be Juke Records), the best record store in Pittsburgh. Karl writes:
I said this is the best record store in Pittsburgh. It is not the largest, but it is the best. It is the best because the people who work there provide a deeply thought out selection of rock, punk, experimental, jazz, country, folk, and related records that rival the best stores in San Francisco, Chicago, and New York. (Believe me. I have spent more money than I care to disclose buying music in all of those cities.) The symbiotic relationship between the store and WRCT over the years brought so much good music to so many people. I will be forever grateful for all that I learned because of that relationship.
Sound Cat is the best in no small measure due to Karl’s labors and subsequent ownership. Karl has been at the center of the best music in Pittsburgh for over a quarter of a century, both as a performer and (if you will) a curator of this immaculately selected catalog. I can’t thank him enough, and I will close this note with a device blatantly stolen from Nick Hornby in his book about a similar store. Thank you, Karl, for everything.
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TEN FAVORITE KARL HENDRICKS SONGS (AT THE MOMENT)
10. “Know More About Jazz.”
Captures a mindset in many I knew c. 1998.
9. “Baseball Cards.”
The collector’s lament.
8. “Underdog Park.”
As perfectly constructed as rock songs get.
7. “Naked and High on Drugs.”
How does one live when your mid-twenties approach? From 1996.
6. “The Ballad of Bill Lee.”
It’s baseball season now and this is a great example of Karl’s forays into longer, more improvised guitar lines.
5. “The Official Shape of Beauty.”
Conversely, one of Karl’s most concise short songs.
4. “The Mens’ Room at the Airport.”
How does one live when your mid-forties approach? From 2012.
3. “Nogales By Tuesday.”
A staple of road mixes and a certain kind of optimism.
2. “The World Says.”
I will always be grateful for this song. From the summer of 2007, around when I visited the Fred Hutchison Cancer Research Center as a caregiver.