Really, the record store Beatles fan is the bane of all record sellers. They are never as smart as they think they are, they have absolutely no charm, they are dullards, and they are cheap. The info they pass on to you is shit you already know or don't care. They are Paul partisans and can't believe that John would go for someone "as ugly as Yoko" when he could have any woman in the world and they are happy to tell you this at least once every visit. While Zappa fans and KISS collectors are also noxious, neither will communicate with you: The Zappa head because you are of a lower order than he (and it is always a he) and the KISS collector is inherently anti-social. The other record store bore is the collector who feels a need to recite every score they've made over the past two years - more often than not these are punk collectors. I am sure Barry has to deal with all of the above as well as the tourist dicks who walk in and say "DOES ANY ONE EVEN LISTEN TO RECORDS ANY MORE? I GUESS SO OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T BE IN BUSINESS A YUK YUK YUK!" and the shitty teens trying to rip him off. On the other hand, I am sure that there are the handful of regulars that he looks forward to seeing and shooting the shit with and the impressionable youngsters that he gets to push records on, who eagerly come back for more. But those Beatles fans. They are the fucking worst.
This is real talk right here. Anyone who has ever worked in a record store knows that this is spot on. Of course the other side of the Beatles coin is your average dude/lady off the street bringing them in to sell and they're sure they're worth hundreds of dollars or more. They must be worth a lot of money. I mean, it's the fucking
BEATLES!! right. No matter how many times you tell them that there were a billion copies of every Beatles LP pressed and no, there's are not the ones they saw on Antique's Roadshow, they just flat out won't believe you. And so off they go to some other store somewhere, where I assume pretty much the exact dialogue is played out for eternity.
P.S. My Mind's Eye in Cleveland. Wax Trax and Black and Red in Denver. Dusty Groove, Reckless, Hyde Park Records, 2nd Hand Tunes in Chicago. and although I lived in D.C. for a year I cannot really recommend any shops there. although, I hear a good one has opened since i moved. But, really any record store that is still open in this dark age is a minor miracle and should be celebrated.