by karla g. on Repo Records is one of those places that is intimidating to enter at first simply because you're wondering if you're hipster enough to not be laughed at when you walk out with the white bag with the green blob on it. But, no, really, it's nothing like that. I first started going to Repo when our old friend Tower Records fell and was replaced with a Wallgreens Pharmacy Center. WTF? But anyway, Repo seemed like one of those places that could cater to my mixed interest of music, especially my indie and punk side. I had been there a few times before when I was younger but back then it just didn't click for some reason. With the exception of a few titles, they have been able to keep my ear drums rocking and still leave me salivating enough until my next paycheck comes around. The CD prices are pretty standard with maybe a few dollars knocked off when compared with the corporate monopoly that is FYE. Their used selection of CDs conveniently placed in the center of the first floor is also reasonably priced and you'll find a lot of great titles there, not just your old Gloria Estafan albums you were too embarrassed to keep in you house! The basement [and even upstairs] offers a larger selection of vinyl that you won't find many places and their punk selection can't be beat. It's reminiscent of the old days when South Street was filled with Mohawks and pre-teens in Dead Milkmen t-shirts. Only now it's mixed in with newer bands like The Shins and the Ting Tings and even some even the most uber indie enjoyers can't even name. I think what most impresses me with Repo is that they refuse to go digital. Mead notebooks organize their sales and inventory and with the exception of a credit cards machine not much has changed , and I like that. Good music and a knowledgeable staff is all you really need and you'll find them both at Repo. So ditch the billboards on Broad Street and give them a try.
by Amiee Delonge on What no line? On Gay Pride weekend? Ding, ding, ding!!! We made this stop #4 on our Saturday night! 3 heterosexual girls walk in amidst tons of homosexual boys... and WHAT? Topless bartenders!!!! Hubba, hubba! We walked towards the back of the bar, and I ordered 1 COCKtail and 1 water... what we got was 2 COCKtails, 1 water and a hunky picture with the (straight) bartender... And he followed it up with... "Ladies, it's on the house!" Nice! You can't really see his face in the pic because he's being bitten by the one and only Diana!!! Well... it's not like we were taking a picture with him for his face anyway... Later we found a place to sit and I came across such a cutie and for some reason, I have more BALLS at gay bars and just said to him... "OMG, you're so HOT!" He stopped and started talking to me for awhile... and the bi-boy asked for my number as well so we could 'hang out' one day. So far... 5 stars... the place was pretty, the bartenders were hot and nice, the drinks were good, people were friendly.... then I made the mistake of going into the restroom. I had to hold my breath! Smelled as though it hadn't been cleaned in months! Piss was all over the floor and everything was just... for lack of a better word... WET. Ick. Had to take it down a star. Anyways... I know this place is fairly new... so hopefully they smooth out the rough edges soon!
