Yep, it finally happened. Toronto’s best-known record store is dead.
Sam the Record Man was to Toronto what Tower Records was to LA: it was the place to go for recorded music. If no place else in town had it, Sam’s did. If you didn’t know what it was, but you had an idea, somebody at Sam’s could help you. I don’t know if it was true or not, but there was a story that you could hum a few bars of the melody to Sam himself, and he could idenify what you were looking for. No matter what song.
Sure, Sam kept the popular stuff near the front, where you could see it through the window to the street. But unexpected treats also awaited inside the store–Sam stocked more 45 RPM singles than you could imagine, and all were for sale. You wanted a 45 from 1968 by a one-hit-wonder? I did once, in about 1980–and Sam had it, even then. On the second and third floors were further rewards for the intrepid explorer willing to plow through sale items, deletes, and other obscure treasures.
And when you weren’t flush enough for even the sale racks of deletes, Sam’s could still function as a museum. At some point in the 1970s, every rock act that played Toronto made a pilgramage to Sam’s, where they would sign the wall. The autographs of Elton John and Rod Stewart and the Rolling Stones, among others, were preserved on Sam’s wall. He would cover them with plexiglass to protect them, and usually attach a sticker with the date on it.
Sam’s was notorious for its Boxing Day sales (the day after Christmas for those who don’t have a Boxing Day). People would begin to line up in the wee hours of the 26th, just to get first chance at the best selection. Everything would be on sale, in some way; and if you were into music, lining up along Yonge Street on a cold frosty December morning just made sense. The deals were worth it, and while I never made the early-morning trek, I would be in later that day to do my share of pushing and shoving and waiting an hour or so in a checkout line.
So last Saturday was Sam’s last day in business. I was unable to make it, even thoughI was on a fast trip through Toronto. I did take a Sunday walk down Yonge Street though, to take a last look at Sam’s. The giant neon records are still there, and Sam’s name was still lit at the top of his sign, but the store was empty. A sign saying “50% Off Everything No Matter What The Sticker Says” could be seen, but otherwise, it was all gone. All that remains are memories.
Thanks, Sam. I spent a lot of time and bought a lot of records in your store. Hope whatever comes next is good to you.