I want to kindly introduce you to a great and long-time friend of mine, Dave, who is slated to become a semi-regular contributor to Manic Pop! It's always been my vision to have a lot more music features on here; especially anything 60s/70s or anything that has those stylistic elements. As a musician and former drummer of Detroit band, The Singles, Dave knows more than a thing or two about great music. Initially we bonded over our mutual love for Canadian band, Sloan. Over the past 10 years he has led me to some of my now-favorite music - Saint Etienne, Belle and Sebastian, and Bobby Emmett to name a few.
We also share an appreciation for things stuck in time, such as this grocery store which was found not too long ago.
Enjoy his first post!
Why would you not want to fill your mouth with what's behind this façade?
In present times you would be hard-pressed to find a retail outlet that has not been newly constructed or recently remodeled. Style has been replaced by sparse simplicity, bare functionality. Sure, it's a completely superficial, aesthetic argument: most folks I know don't really care about the surroundings of their sustenance purchase. Coke tastes like Coke* whether it comes from a shelf the color of your parents first washing machine or from an efficient pile stacked up to look like a pair of beach chairs.
I tend to value form over function. In a rare one-two punch this ridiculous grocery store, nestled in a mostly defunct strip mall and frequented by an increasingly aging clientele, delivers both.
*Glass bottle/"Mexican" Coke vs. cans is another blog altogether.
Gherkins 'til you're hurtin', dill 'til you've had your fill...and scented sink stoppers. An idea so bad it must have been born in 1970's middle America!
This sign knew it was having it's picture taken so it said...
I assume that you're wanting to drop whatever it is you're doing and run down the street to see how out of control your neighborhood Ingles is. Well, kids, unless you live in the Mid-South* you're out of luck. If you reside outside of the Knoxville, TN area, you're also out of luck. This seems to be the only Ingles store within the entire chain that has not received an unneeded facelift over the years. It's a weird hold out of stylistically superior times gone by. A land of low key lowercase. A mustard colored beacon in a silver plastic sea.
If this place closes, I'll probably just stop eating.
*A region I was not aware of until I was knee deep in it.
Of minimal import: Every time I set foot in that place this song, without fail, achieves earworm status.
The Monkees-She Hangs Out