My name is Donnie, born and raised in Atlanta, and a friend of Doyle’s since the mid-1980s. As you can tell from his blog posts, Doyle is a collector of records. That goes for me also, since the age of 13. Part of being a record collector is the record hunting itself, exploring new places by foot, bus or automobile. Each record emporium had its own unique atmosphere and vibe. In these posts, I will recall some of these places. Almost all of them are gone now. I intend to post my vinyl odyssey chronologically, but eventually there may be some jumping around the timeline also.
Unlike the other stores that I have covered so far, all of which no longer exist, Fantasyland is still open for business and operating quite successfully.
Once inside, my mother discreetly let me know that the man behind the counter was Mr. Salle, the same gentleman who had sold her the hit records that she had listened to as a swinging teen.
