Quick Salute to Metropolitan — Rage Warehouse/Ire Proof

Metropolitan

A testament to the ideal place to store literally tens of thousands of vinyl LPs.

Began in 1999, when Cambridgeport landlady’s finky new husband — who hated me listening to music all day everyday (never after 10 PM — and never loud dance parties by those days) — suddenly got her to insist that the boxes and boxes of records were cavin’ in the floor, man (after sitting there for six years and not caving in the floor — this was used earlier as a harassment technique by another landlord as well). This time we could not move and so had to resort to storage. [Remember, kidz, this was my reference library — the fruits of 25 years of serious collecting and used every week, though CDs were the dominant medium by then].

Those who tout vinyl as the future of music overlook a lotta flaws. They are pretty heavy in great abundance. Take up gobs of real estate. (D demanded that eventually we move someplace where the decor did not look like “Early Record Store”.) Get damaged easily. And, maybe most important, can’t take extremes of heat — especially hot heat.

This meant that regular, cheapo, outdoor-metal-shed storage was out of the question. A fortune of LPs would be destroyed the first day over 85. We checked out the rates on temperature-control facilities. “Stick ’em up.” Absolutely beyond our means.

Metropolitan was a miracle life saver. The place was so goddamned massive — stone and brick walls more than three feet thick. glass-block windows — it never got that hot in summer or that cold in winter. (Yes, there were some scattered radiators so never got close to freezing.) Today was one of the hottest I’ve felt in the place and it was sure nothing more than your unmodified living room on a good toasty afternoon.

Vinyl has gone in and out its doors and driveways for a decade and half — not one problem. Now, for the last year and a half, it’s all been coming out, so the end was a goal anyway, but I will always remember the place and be grateful. Especially when we lived in Cambridge, it was even easy to drive to. And if the nuclear reactor next door melted down, loss of vinyl would be the least of our worries.

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