The Cellar's The Feller

This weekend, I drove up and down Route 7 through Falls Church proper and saw some of the nifty things they've got going on in the fair city. It seems like they're balancing the small-town-near-a-big-city feel with the draw of building nice fancy condo buildings well enough. My main target this trip, though, was the infamous and mysterious CD Cellar.

Some people at work had told me about this place before, and ever since I moved close to the anchor store in Falls Church, I knew it wouldn't be long before I made a trip for a massive haul of used CDs. They deal exclusively in used stuff (including DVDs and VHS), which is exactly the kind of store where I can spend hours and hours just thumbing through the shelves, hoping to find some kind of obscure disc or EP (like maybe something from Geronimo Jackson). Stuart was my inspiration for this way back in the day, when he would come back from Second Time Around in Huntington with the entire catalogue of some obscure alternative band or jazz fusion guitar player and we'd dissect their discography in the floor of his living room. Fast forwarding a few years, I certainly recall spending many a college afternoon bouncing between Crossroads and The Record Exchange in Blacksburg, finding out what interesting picks the staff had displayed. It was in those stores that I amassed collections of half of my favorite bands to date.

Since I ended up walking out of the CD Cellar Saturday with $30 worth of six CDs (after all, I had to restrain myself a little bit), you can bet that I'll be going back. My potential ironic favorite of the bunch, regardless of the musical quality? The debut album of indie band Sam Champion, named after NYC and ABC's perennial weatherman of DOOM.