Ghosts of Record Stores Past and Present

Much of my youth was spent hunting for and playing vinyl. I have created this site to remember many of the stores I've visited. Don't try and visit them without calling first, as many of them are no longer with us. If I've posted a picture of a store that you want me to delete please let me know and I'll take it down. To see a particular store just open the photo album with its name on it or click on the green (open) or red (closed) marker in the map below. Expanding the map will reveal more stores in the same city.

The site also contains links to interesting articles and information on record shops and record collecting and fine musical suggestions and playlists for your listening pleasure (with You Tube links so you can check them out for yourself). The Playlists can be found by scrolling to a separate section of the index under the heading musical resources. And our latest addition, Song of the Day, a glimpse at what's playing on my stereo today, appears there as well.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Record Hunter Record Store New York

Record Hunter - 517 5th Ave NYC - long closed. 

And here's an article that appeared in the NY Times in January 1993 Strictly Business; How The Music Stopped For The Record Hunter reporting on the life and death of the Record Hunter.


  1. My uncle Jay owned the Record Hunter. I used to love going there with my dad as a kid. So many memories.

  2. I ordered many exotic and out-of-print records from the Record Hunter in the early-to-mid sixties. You could get things that you couldn't find anywhere else, especially on the cutting edge of modern classical music. They marketed reprints of recordings made in Europe at a cut-rate price. When I saw the record package in the mailbox saying Record Hunter, I got excited. The store didn't just cater to New Yorkers, but to the whole world. Even though I stopped buying LPs in the 80s, I still looked into what the Record Hunter had to offer. There was nothing like it. I went there in person once in 1965, on my way to France. It was like a visit to a shrine, a busy one with all kinds of records and all kinds of people milling around. Will never forget the Record Hunter.


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