141 - Save Dark Owl Records

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The prison of your own mind is undergoing budget cuts.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Today, I'd like to open the show with a statement from local business owner, Michelle Wynn.

An insidious presence has invaded our town.

That presence is located in the Nightvale Mall and is called the Burger Barn-Gladtown Records Express.

I've seen you shopping there, Nightvale, and I want you to know know you're all murderers with the figurative blood of independent record stores dripping from your hands.

No, no, you'll say, that isn't figurative blood, Michelle.

It's literal barbecue sauce from the Black Angus Barbecue Bacon Burger, and it's delicious.

You'll keep blathering on about how Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express keeps thick, juicy beef burgers layered in between their albums so you can flip past them and impulse eat as you shop.

It's so convenient.

Well you know what?

Convenience is another word for laziness.

When you come to my store to Dark Owl Records, you have to earn your music.

Our extensive underground section is kept literally underground and you have to dig random holes in the dirt to find it.

We don't provide you with a shovel.

You can't even bring your own.

You must use your fingers.

Broken knuckles and fingernails peeled back to the quick are the sign of a true music lover.

Sometimes you won't find music you think you like, but then you realize that the rhythmic grunts and scrapes of bloodied hands into rocky earth is itself music.

Anyway, come to my fundraiser tonight at Dark El Records.

It's a party and parties are the worst, but I don't have the money to pay my bills anymore and it's your fault.

So just show up and do the right thing or I'll go out of business.

Okay, thanks.

Thank you, Michelle.

Our radio station is doing a remote broadcast live today at the Save Dark Owl fundraiser.

We'll do some interviews and there'll be live bands and it should be a lot of fun.

Hope to see you down here, Night Vale.

Come show your support for local small business.

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corporeal humans, former babies, future corpses.

This is Deb, a sentient patch of haze, speaking for the Department of Motor Vehicles.

We know you haven't heard from us in a while, but

we haven't heard from you either.

Relationships are a

two-way street, so to speak.

Oh,

I know there's been some tension and things have gotten a little weird between us.

No need to get into that right now, or ever again, as far as we're concerned.

But if you want to come over sometime and just talk,

just say hi or anything, the Department of Motor Vehicles will be opening our doors for one hour every weekday between two

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Self-care.

We would like to see you again, though, just to hear your voice.

We hope you've been doing well.

We're a little drunk.

And it's late.

And we just got done watching Carol for the third time in a week.

And you haven't really been posting on social media lately, so we just want to know what's going on with you

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Listeners, we're here live at Dark Owl Records, and the fundraiser is getting off to a great start.

People are buying shards of records they dug out of the ground.

There's a cake with thick black frosting and undulating tendrils.

Looks delicious.

There's an effigy of the Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express with a lot of long pins sticking out of it.

And at the center of all the excitement is Dark Owl Owner herself, Michelle Wynn, and her girlfriend Maureen.

What a treat.

Hey, you two, want to say hello to all of Nightvale?

Oh, that's weird.

Michelle sent me a text right now while simultaneously staring unblinkingly into my eyes from three feet away.

Her text says, We heard the spot you did for Burger Barn Gladtown Wreck X, and we are not speaking to you at this time.

Please leave my party, Cecil.

Oh, I get it.

Oh no, this is a simple misunderstanding, Michelle.

See, in radio journalism, we have a moral responsibility to play ads and make lots of money.

I see where you're confused.

Does that help clear things up?

Oh.

And

Maureen is pouring iced coffee all over my laptop.

I'll go find a towel while you go to the weather.

If I produced a dime for every time,

we tripped over ourselves and made a mess of things,

then we'd have no worries And only this admission That you fell for the trick, not the magician

For clumsy as it seems there is a charm in the stumbling

I think that's your secret power

Only thing to do until it dies is dance until the pale sunrises

Until the pale sunrises

paradox says, after a losing streak, it's bound to be a winner's hand.

Odds aren't in your favor any more than when you started.

But you've earned your luck by being brokenhearted.

And there's a hunger, there's a thirst,

a lust for all those moments of possibility.

Only thing to do until it dies is

dance until the pale sunrises.

Until the pale sunrises.

music is

If you're quiet now, you'll hear the bird, the morning dove, nesting on the fire escape.

City of sleeping people, hardwired to be dreamers,

Saints, professors, junkies, and schemers.

I try to be this all the time, frankly, it's a mut,

Just to keep the flame alive.

Only thing to do until it dies is dance until the pale sunrises.

Until the pale sunrises

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Hey, this is Michelle.

Cecil had to go away, but there was a hastily assumed agreement I would take over the show while he's gone.

So here I am, Michelle, broadcasting live from my own party, which is better than mingling with people and being all social and stuff, right?

Oh, no offense to anyone who's here, but this is the first party I've ever agreed to attend and it was only out of desperation.

I mean, all parties are born out of some form of desperation.

Ugh, parties are the worst.

I wish everyone would go home.

No, no, don't go home.

It's so nice that you're here.

I guess.

But you know what else is nice?

Being alone.

Or mostly alone.

That's really what independent record stores stand for, you know?

Individuality, independence, isolation.

Don't follow the herd.

Go home.

Be alone.

It's the best.

Oh shoot.

I was afraid something like this would happen.

I mean, everything's fine.

There's just a little situation out back.

I'm going to hand the mic over to Maureen while I deal with this.

Um, hello?

Hey, uh, this is Maureen.

Don't be scared or anything.

Actually, be scared, but not about what I'm going to tell you.

What happened is some people were digging in the underground music section and the ground kind of split apart and now there's a giant like arthropod thing.

It's tearing people's limbs off and whatever.

Seems really mad and people are screaming.

It's like a lot of blood.

Your blood is so stupid.

But Michelle has it under control now.

She's kicked out everyone but the spider crustacean thing because it was the only one that wasn't being fake about its love of music.

So yeah,

come on down to the store.

Remember, we're here to

save Dark Owl.

And even though the biggest section is the not-for-sale rack, there's still a lot of great things to choose from.

I know that some of the best things I've ever found have been here.

Michelle, for one.

Don't tell her I said that.

Also, earlier today, I was crawling around inside the ventilation system and I thought it would be really narrow and claustrophobic like airflow shafts usually are but actually it kept growing wider and taller until I could stand up and walk around.

I could even run if I wanted to.

The ducts and passageways unfolded in front of me and I felt totally lost but in a good way.

I ran and ran and somewhere along the way I lost my flashlight and it didn't matter.

I could see with a sense other than vision.

Maybe it was taste.

Ductways tasted like an everything bagel, and that guided my way.

Then I could taste voices outside the vents.

A voice I knew well was talking to a customer about a color limited edition single of Love Will Tear Us Apart on one side and Love Will Keep Us Together on the other.

The records cover art depicted the eruption of Mount St.

Helens, but like a year before it actually happened, which makes it super valuable.

I followed the taste of their voices, which was like green apples, but the artificial candy flavor version.

And I ended up in the obsolete media bunker behind the register where I laid down on a pile of warm Sheena Easton kiss singles and seedy ROMs filled with corrupted LimeWire files.

And that's where I am now.

And I'm going to take a nap.

Bye!

Hey, Night Vale, I'm back.

It's all under control now.

Sorry, I have kind of a contentious relationship with my neighbor Matt.

He's a 15-foot coconut crab that lives underneath the lot behind our store.

We usually get along okay, but he really does not like parties and I should have told him in advance, but I was busy and totally forgot, so my bad.

Anyway, I let Matt eat the patrons who were wearing AirPods and he was happy, so the party is still going strong.

Most of the people are dead or have been kicked out but I want to make it clear that the party is still happening.

So come on down to Dark Ewl Records and save our store.

Honestly things are so much better now that everyone's gone so this is really the perfect time to show up.

We have some special listening stations where you can browse all your favorite genres like silence, post silence, proto silence, under silence.

I know you guys guys might not have heard of under silence yet, but that's like when the headphones are projecting what's inside of you back into your own ears and you can hear your internal organs processing blood and fluids and you're filled with the awe of how all these seemingly archaic gooey parts can possibly work together to keep you alive and functioning and you eventually pass out and or vomit.

I really don't know what I'll do if I have to leave this place.

I've spent so much time here, I don't even remember where my house is.

One night after work, I walked down the street I thought it was on, but nothing looked familiar, and I kept walking for hours.

I finally saw my house, but when I walked in, the door opened into the kitchen instead of the living room, and there was this family I'd never seen before eating dinner.

There were four large serving bowls of mashed root vegetables on the table.

The family didn't notice me at all.

They ate their mush and talked about their days.

The mom was worried about her new boss at work and the son forgot to go to his dentist appointment and the daughter had a chemistry test that went okay.

I didn't want to freak them out so I let myself out the back door and kept walking until it was morning.

And in the cacaffinous creak of dawn, I ended up back at Dark Owl just in time to open for the new day.

And it didn't matter, you know, that I couldn't find my house because.

wait, what's this?

An empty-eyed courier child just handed me an envelope.

There's a...

There's a check inside.

And it's a coupon for something called the 100% Fish Hot Dog.

And a handwritten note.

It says...

Hello, my name is Jules, and I'm the franchise owner at the new burger barn Gladtown Records Express.

Here is the rest of the money for your fundraising goal.

When you become a franchise owner like me, you'll think to yourself, oh cool, I'm an entrepreneur now.

I'm going to be my own boss.

I'm finally going to have agency in my life, you know?

At least that's what I thought when I filled out the online personality test that told me I had what it takes.

I'm a type 23.

Outgoing but grounded.

I'm detail-oriented, but I can also see the big picture.

I'm competitive, but I follow the rules.

Classic Type 23.

The note goes on.

But there are so many rules, Michelle.

You have to conform when you're in a franchise.

And if you don't, you'll go under.

Not merely monetarily, but to this place they refer to only as the cavern.

If you end up there, you don't ever come out again.

Anyway, one rule is that we need at least one business competitor to remain open at all times.

Until our lobbyists overturn the Sherman Antitrust Act, we need Dark L records to stay in business.

So please, take this money.

I don't want to go to the cavern.

Please, Michelle.

Sincerely, Jules.

Okay,

not sure how to deal with this right now, if I'm honest.

This person opened up a rival record franchise, and now they want to give me money from their corporation to stay in business?

I don't know.

I need to go soul searching.

I need to listen to some ambient room tone tracks used under famous movie scenes.

I really like the one from the diner in when Harry met Sally.

Whatever, I guess.

Nightvale, I'm so sorry I left you.

I went to get a towel to clean up the spilled iced coffee and there was this giant spider lobster thing.

He cornered me and I couldn't escape.

He just kept talking and talking and God, he was boring.

The worst person to run into at a party.

I didn't know how to get out of the conversation without being rude.

I finally said I'd go grab us both a slice of cake and sidled out of there.

I hope everything went okay while I was gone.

Let's see.

Oh, there's no one really left.

The radio gear has been abandoned except a sleeping Maureen under my chair.

There's an inordinate amount of blood on the floor.

And hey, looks like the little cardboard thermometer that shows the fundraising goal has been fully colored in.

Wow!

We did it, Night Vale!

I guess that means there's enough money to keep Dark Owl in business.

At least through this month's bills.

That's the thing about bills, they keep happening.

Well, whatever the future holds, the party was clearly a success, as was this ultra-fun remote broadcast.

So, music lovers, kick back, put on your fry sauce doused headphones, listen to your newly purchased album shards, and put some vitamin E cream on those knuckles.

Stay tuned next for the clack, clack, clack of CD cases being browsed like a fluttery little heartbeat in the darkness.

Good night, Night Vale.

Good night.

Welcome to Night Vale is a production of Night Vale Presents.

This episode was written by Bree Williams with Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Kraner and produced by Disparition.

The voice of Night Vale is Cecil Baldwin.

The voice of Michelle was Kate Jones.

The voice of Deb was Meg Bashwinner.

The voice of intern Maureen was Maureen Johnson.

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