Volk’s Music Dump would appear to be in trouble, and that’s because Volk himself is. He’s the one who does the rejiggering of used and broken equipment, so that bands that can’t afford to be bands can be bands. Volk does detailing. He’s a mechanic. He has a roofing business in the summers. He paints signs (and the occasional drumhead). He fixes the merry-go-round in the park when a horse works loose of its pole. He did that kinetic art piece with the chairs and the hubcaps in the modern art gallery at the college on the hill.
The only thing Volk does not do, it seems, is sire children. He’s always seemed kind of immortal, but he must be in his 60s now and is slowing down. The shop is now closed three days a week. We worry that the invaluable Volk is shifting his lifestyle from diversified businessman to idle tinkerer. After a bunch of unanswered knocks on the door of the Music Dump and a few worrisome anecdotes from scenesters, we’re bringing our concerns public.
What the Volk?

Power pop with Missing Chums and Hunting for Hidden Gold at the Bullfinch… Two cover bands which rule the cabanas at the beach bars in summertime and have trouble getting gigs this time of years, Cabin Island and Tower Treasures, are holding a “Winter Surf Sun Bash” at Hamilton’s. Why not just learn some carols, or blues?… Aged folk duo Cliff and Old Mill at D’ollaire’s, doing all three of their “classic” albums…