By Artie Capshaw

Despair ye who missed Record Store Day. Despair ye more, bands who wished to make a commercial comeback by appealing to the greed of collectors with exclusive vinyl releases. The path to obscurity (or bargain-bin notoriety, a whole different circle of Hell) is littered with those who miscalculated their own value—whether as keepsake, unusual offer, as nostalgia.

We didn’t make it to the Suddenly Teeming with Asshole Record-Collectors shop until mid-day. All the good stuff was long gone, though some of those treasures hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot, where wheeler-dealers were beckoning disappointed latecomers over to their cars for the opportunity to still purchase some of the high-profile items at a mere 500 percent markup.

Well, we’d come for the live music, not for the old-fashioned audio placemats. Bradford X. and Franklin M. (of The Etsys and The Diecasts, respectively) were doing a Record Day duet. We wish we could have collected their sweat in a bag.

Collect these upcoming shows: The Freehills, Jim Shore and the Harriet Rosebuds at The Bullfinch for a folk benefit in honor of “Twenty Days of Peace” (who’s counting?)… Our Name is Mud and Northwood Bear rocking the mainstream at Hamilton’s… Cloudworks and My Little Kitchen Fairies for an unaccustomed night of pensive, precious pop at D’ollaire’s. Didn’t notice these bands getting nationally popular, didya?…