Meridian Underground Music — Attraction in Meridian

This place doesn't exist. It was plucked out of my subconscious mind to save me from some eldritch horror threatening to break from around one of the kattywumpus corners of downtown Meridian, Mississippi.

My visit the Meridian Underground Music, often I assume spoken of as Mum, was occasioned by a desire to eat, as my peculiar dietary needs had seen me consume only sugary drinks, like a hummingbird sipping nectar, instead of the various species of "road food", on Boxing Day, as I fled New Orleans, still in the grips of a severe allergic reaction to mid-winter fireant burn.

I arrived in the downtown section of Meridian after passing the many chain eateries available directly from the interstate, and passing over a few Hail-Mary-inducing stone bridges. After parking on the narrow street between a tall bank and a tall hotel, I asked Google where I might aquire something with some local flavor made preferably from animal flesh of some description. The barbeque restaurant suggested was to be forgotten, as were all thoughts of nourishing myself, as I wondered against the malfunctioning magnetic detector in my computerized telephone device, which seemed to be reading north for south and visey-versey, east and west flipping about wildly.

In my confusion and near panic I sought my surroundings for and shelter. This is when I beheld a simple vinyl sign, a field of black, inscribed as bar sinister in white, "PEAVEY". Indeed I had become peevey in my short stroll, buy I nonetheless realised suddenly that this banner was attached to the only establishment I had as yet witnessed since taking to my feet that looked, sounded, or felt as of it were open to do business. As I scanned the exterior I could detect no further what the nature of this concern might be, but I was amped up by the flag flown. I entered, knowing not what I might find.

I was to find three individuals with the unmistakable hallmarks of the tribe of humanity called the Hipsters. I approached the table the Hipsters surrounded on three sides. I stammered at them by means of introduction and was, I believe, able to convey my bewilderment at this waystation and its mysterious nature.

One of the Hipsters, the brightest, hopped up and gave me a brief tour of the facility. I found random piles of rack audio equipment, a pool table actively utilized by one of my Gen X cohort and his two daughters, a functioning headshop and a small variety of dopes and cokes I had hereto for never sampled. The Moxie I purchased was not only disappointing but downright vile, possibly the worst beverage I ever consumed. I was thankful for the knowledge I gained as I nonetheless slowly sipped it, hoping that the herbal ingredients I detected might settle my upset gullet. I was thankful.

The lead Hipster, as I had begun to consider him, informed me that I had unlocked free coffee and popcorn with my purchase, which I could not make any use of myself but I tried to express my gratitude. After sitting and speaking to the members of the small Hipster tribe I set about a more thorough examination of the this labyrinth I found myself hunkered down within. I saw many wonders that evening, but I selected very little to purchase, but the tiny kawaii Star Wars throw blanket which helped me later thankfully from developing frostbite in my toes (but that is another tale).

I asked before I faced the cruel, palpably evil metropolis without if this magical place might have an image of my G_ddess I might employ as a talisman against my sense of dread, and whatever was inspiring it.

We tracked down in the stock just such an ia sticker, which protected me successfully on my quick flight to my awaiting vehicle.

Arriving at hulking chariot, I placed,I adhered my protector to ots bumper, before leaving this eerie...

I was looking so forward to checking this place. Yet it should be noted that this place is NOT a record store, it is a head shop first, skate shop second, used guitar shop third, hangout place for stoners fourth (maybe that should be first) make shift venue fifth and maybe a record store sixth.

All the records, CDs and 45's are in boxes stacked on the far wall of a back room. It appears they needed room for live bands to play so they shifted all the stock up on the walls.

I understand you have to shift your inventory to make money, they should have changed the name of the store since the focus shifted from music to smoke products. If you've ever been to Mushroom in New Orleans, this place is a carbon copy, and Mushroom has great LP selections for being as small as it is, MUM could learn a thing or two from them. The owners should dump that old record stock and invest in some new vinyl on put it on that same wall, they've got the space.

As for pro-music gear? there wasn't any. They had a tiny selection of Peavey (cause they're in Meridian too) mixers and some DJ stuff and a wall of guitars and some amps in the middle of the room and guitar strings and straps on the wall.

Maybe this is the mecca for music (?) stores for this town and it works for them. However if you're looking for a head / smoke shop, this might...

So, recently found myself in Meridian for an overnight. Thought I'd walk downtown with my 10 y/o daughter who loves classic rock. Came across this gem, thouht cool, lets check it out. As someone else mentioned, "head shop" more accurately describes this store. The entrance (first realm) seems to be the "Smoking accessories" portion of the business. Maybe some skating stuff. Then, the second realm is some used guitars, some interesting, nothing stand-out. The third realm you enter, is the music cave/d&d room. Vinyl stored in plastic totes that is relatively inaccessible. The staff were friendly and personable, just an eclectic small business that is more head shop than music unfortunately. Some interesting smells that seemed vaguely familiar from my youth, but nothing I could put...