Russ Solomon, the founder of the legendary Tower Records, passed away last Sunday while guzzling whiskey and hating on the lowest rated Oscar Awards in the history of the ceremony’s existence.target=”_blank” rel=”nofollow external” 

Those of us in the 30+ age bracket remember Tower Records as the best chain record store of the 90s/early 2000’s (that, in my case, warranted a 30 mile trip to Cherry Hill, NJ from the state’s coastal region).  Russ’s son Michael described the 92 year old’s death to the Sacramento Bee as one of badass entrepreneurial fashion:target=”_blank” rel=”nofollow external”

“Ironically, he was giving his opinion of what someone was wearing that he thought was ugly, then asked (his wife) Patti to refill his whiskey,” Solomon said. When she returned, he had died.

It’s interesting that Russ died while witnessing the collapse of the film industry that in many ways is mirroring the death of the music industry.  With millions of Americans cord cutting, multi-millionaire celebrities scolding hard working Americans for their political choices while celebrating pedophiles and sex offenders, and a feminist Gestapo genociding the careers of liberal scumbag actors, there is little chance of Hollywood surviving.  We saw the same with the music industry over the last 20 years: sales plummeting, labels falling, and the virtual extinction of the music retailer.  I very much look forward to the death of Hollywood and the useless personalities it produced.

Those of us who are older millenials and gen-Xers will fondly remember the days of the record store adventure: the  journey to the better stores, the excitement about what we may find, the outrageous gambles on CDs and tapes based solely on their visual aesthetics, and the payoff that came with the discovery of every new metal innovator.

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