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If you're like Pretentious Record Store Guy then you’re 5'10", rail thin, ridiculously good looking and your hair is the elixir from which dreams are made. And since there is only one Pretentious Record Store Guy and this is his website, then you are not him. Your loss.

But you are also a pretentious music fan, an aficionado of the underground, the litmus test by which any band who is anyone will be judged and blogged by before their fist single even makes it to a mall to be sold at Sam Goody and purchased by know-nothings who will only buy whatever Rolling Stone, Spin or A.P. advertisers steer them towards. We are the taste makers that serve up our sacrificial lambs to the mainstream so that they can die and be be resurrected in the temple of rock.

This site is an ongoing affair and will be constantly updated, amended, bushwhacked, anointed, assembled, destroyed and resurrected anew on a daily, weekly, monthly basis. To check out the newest Pretentious Record Store Guy comic simply turn your eyes to your right and continue reading. To read the webcomic about the adventures of a record store clerk who has forgotten more about music than you'll ever know from the start of the beginning, simply click here on Comics.

For those of you in the know, you know already, but for those mere mortals who are lacking in Indie creed and need to brush up in order to win a few hipster battles, click on the Pretentious Record Store Blog and save yourselves the embarrassment of being the last one to jump on the newest thing's bandwagon.

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See what all the rock critics are raving about when you check out the Pretentious Record Store Guy's Top Five List.

If you were in the know, you would have known already.

Praise be to Brian Jones!

Praise be to Andrew Wood!

Long live Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Little Richard and John Lennon!

Long live Rock and Roll!

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This blog is for all Pretentious Record Store Guy fans, hipsters and music snobs; if you have to ask, then you don't know.

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Riverfront Times Pretenious Interview with Me: Thu, 22 Jul 2010 23:00:23 +0000 - Recently I was interviewed by the Riverfront Times about Pretentious Record Store Guy, music, comics, vinyl life and art. Good times if you’re into that sort of thing. Read it here: http://blogs.riverfronttimes.com/atoz/2010/07/carlos_ruiz_pretentious_record_store_guy_comic_red_rocket_7_st_louis.php 14 minutes… “If I had to choose a rapper, my favorite MC would be me.” - A Tribe Called Quest
Eddie Argos Gets the Pretentious Treatment: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 05:01:52 +0000 - Eddie Argos is one of my favorite singer and songwriters working today with his work for Art Brut and Everyone Was in the French Resistance Now. And he also does a column about comics for Playback magazine. What’s not to love, right? So when I was asked to come up an illustration for his [...]

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Pretentious Record Store Guy Issue #2 Coming Soon

Fuck Phil Collins!

Seriously. Pretentious Record Store Guy can't stand him! Pretentiousness is one thing, but a pompous drummer? Please.

What did Phil Collins do? He stepped up and made a great band terrible and in the process made a fortune by swindling the idiotic and still coked up masses in the early and mid 80s. Then he goes solo and proceeds to put his balding, beat up mug on the cover of EVERY SINGLE ONE of his albums. Please. As if the music isn't enough to cause you to ignite M-80s right next to your ears to purge the sound from your brain, no, Phil also wants you to vomit as well at the un ghastly site of his taunting mug. Jerk! Useless drummers need to stay behind their little kit and let the real musicians make their magic.

So Pretentious Record Store Guy came up with a little game called "Fuck Phil Collins!" It's like asteroids except you have to stop the people from throwing rocks at Phil Collins fat face. Jerk. I let them all through with the hopes that maybe Phil Collins can feel the stone cut into his face while he is lying in his 1200 count sheets at night in his undeserving palace of a home