Sad to hear that Jellybean's, a used record and book store that played a big part of my teen years, was struck my lightning and destroyed last night. There was more than one Michigan location, but this was the
mother ship. I remember finding and buying—without having heard it—“She Went Pop” by Iam Siam there. Also, “Cities in Dust” by Siouxie and the Banshees, a Romeo Void promo, used paperbacks of Gore Vidal's work and countless other goodies.

I remember the porn the Flint location used to carry, and will never forget seeing a magazine featuring an obese African-American queen called Big, Bad Mama Jama. I bought a stack of old Jethro Tull vinyl for a boy I thought I loved and that rare Concert for Bangladesh Beatles album for the same boy, who in spite of my grand gestures remained defiantly hetero.

RIP, Jellybean's. Lighning! What a sad and powerful way for a business devoted to print and vinyl and other archaic forms to end—very primal.