Show Notes:
What surprising thing used to happen in a video store on a holiday like the 4th of July? This time Scot rewinds back to high school for his job at a video store and a night involving a special car. In this episode, he looks to stop the feeling of life running in fast-forward, and search for a place to pause. When you’re ready, all you have to do is press ‘play.’
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TPS018 – VIDEO STORE 4TH OF JULY – SCRIPT
DISCLAIMER:
Okay, quick disclaimer here at the top – My cats decided to get the zoomies and switch into chase mode RIGHT when I was making this episode, so a number of times they raced through at top speed and I had to rerecord what I was saying. You may hear a stray thud or bang in the background this time, that’s what that is, and one time they disrupted the recording in such a bananas way that – well, I just had to leave it in. You’ll see.
Okay, now on with the episode:
- Hi, and welcome to The Perfect Show. I’m your host, Scot Maupin. I’m what you might call a perfection prospector, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that could be considered ‘perfect.’ Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I’m presenting as a little nugget of perfection.
I used to love pushing the physical buttons on tape recorders and VHS players as a kid, and hearing the sounds from the machine whirring the tape around. Rewind, Fast Forward, Stop. Play. Pause. Watching the two circles turn as the tape rolled from one spool to the other. The way you pushed the record button down and the play button magically pressed down with it, without my finger even being there. I was fascinated.
I managed to get my parents to let me have a hand-me-down tv and VCR in my room at a pretty early age, and since we never had cable tv, only the stuff that came in over the antenna, the VCR became pretty pivotal in me being able to select my own programing, and develop my own style, taste, and preferences.
I loved loading in a tape, letting the machine grab hold and locking it in place, then hitting play and knowing I was about to go somewhere new. To a new place or a new time, a new story with new people and new problems.
I could bring up one of the tapes from downstairs. From the cabinet under the tv. This held all the movies we had recorded off those network tv channels, commercials and all. Of course we always recorded on SLP speed so we could fit 3 or 4 movies on each tape. Some tapes had the first part of a movie at the end of the tape, and you’d have to make sure you got the tape with part 2 on the front of it, too.
There was also probably 45 or so seconds missing from the movie at the split between the two tapes.
This would have been 45 seconds of someone in the family, usually me when I was old enough, jumping across whatever furniture to grab a new tape from the cabinet, and then peel through the always surprisingly strong plastic wrapping on it, then pop the old tape out, jam the new one in, and hit record again as fast as I possibly could.
I’d watch my favorites over and over and over. This was my first movie library. The first collection I would rummage through looking for treasures and hidden masterpieces. The taped-from-tv library also contributed to some disconnects I had with a few major fandoms.
The first and only Indiana Jones I saw for a very long time was Temple of Doom – ‘edited for both content, and to run in the time allotted.’ Same with Return of the Jedi for the Star Wars movies, and that’ll definitely change how you feel about both of those franchises, for sure.
So we had our small tape library of TV movies and school plays, but the main nutrition I would feed that VCR came from our trips to the video store every Friday night.
I would head over with my dad and sister to pick out movies and pick up pizza, then we’d head back home where we would push back the table in the front room, spread out a tablecloth on the carpet, and watch a movie while we ate pizza. Pretty much every Friday night.
And renting movies was SO CHEAP. I mean, the new ones were expensive, and they also had to be returned like a day or two later, but regular movies were something like 49 cents each for 5 days, so I knew ou r family rule – we never looked at the new releases. Like if it’s up on the outer wall – don’t even think about it. We were middle aisle people.
[Music SPACE]
Walking the aisles of the video store was special. There’s something about the experience of it that I think we lose with just scrolling through streaming options. I loved wandering through slowly and pondering the various options.
There was something egalitarian about it. That made all films sort of equal. Sure, there may be more copies of a blockbuster, but the tape was the same size as any movie there, and I’d often take a chance on something just because the description on the back sounded interesting, or it had a cool cover, or just because the thing I had wanted was already checked out.
That happened a lot. What I was looking for was already gone or I’d find something that looked interesting but it was checked out, so you made a note to check back for that one next week, and you become better at the art of selecting impromptu backup plans.
Today we don’t have to settle for what happens if the movie we wanted to watch was already rented. I guess the closest analog is wanting to see something only to find out it’s not on whatever streaming service anymore.
We would stock up on like 4 or 5 options for the family to watch together, and then after the point when I had a TV in my room, I would use my lawn mowing money to take a stack home for myself.
It allowed me to deep dive in every direction of film and really explore myself and who I was as a person, like what I valued in art and expression, and become the weird kid I was supposed to be. The weird kid who for a long time had my favorite movie spot shared between Edward Scissorhands and Dr. Strangelove.
I hope the algorithm hasn’t removed this journey from kids today. But I don’t see how it could really be the same…
I would watch these movies in my room while I cleaned, folded laundry, did homework, but a LOT of the time I was drawing. I was always drawing when I was a kid. I would draw while the movie played and I mostly listened to it, looking up from time to time. Especially if I had seen it before.
When DVDs came out with movie commentaries that became my favorite thing, because it was people talking about movies, but also because it was easier to listen to while I drew without needing to look up for the visuals. I loved director commentaries so much I had been buying them on VHS before DVDs were a thing and they would release a version of like Scream with a second tape that had commentary by Kevin Williamson and Wes Craven. I had one of those, it came with a snow globe of a scene from the movie.
All this is to say I was a movie kid. Across many genres, many eras, most of the movies that made sense for a child, but also many pockets of film that a kid my age wasn’t usually familiar with. And not in a film-snob way. But I watched everything. I mean, I wanted to see Home Alone AND North by Northwest. Turner and Hooch AND The Hustler. I mean I discovered Paul Newman early on when my dad showed me The Sting and then watched all these Paul Newman adult dramas at a crazy early age. That’s why there’s a drop from Cool Hand Luke at the end of every episode. I think as a kid I felt at one point it was my duty to watch all the movies from before I was around, too. Like that I was late to the scene and really had to ‘catch up.’
I hope that’s a thing of the past. That completionist urge was at it’s strongest during these movie watching times and my comic book collecting times, which had a lot of overlap, and so I think it’s still there now, I recently watched the 2009 movie The Taking of Pelham 1,2,3 – and then circled back to the original 1974 Taking of Pelham 1,2,3, then – you know Taken, the Taken movies? With Liam Neeson and the whole ‘What I do have is a certain set of skills’ thing? Well, there’s three of those things, so I decided to watch Taken 1, 2, and 3…so I’m clearly not completely cured.
Going and renting movies for myself got much easier once I was able to drive. And I could then also expand past the Friday night trips with the family. And you’re never going to believe this, but I discovered Friday nights were not exactly the best time to rent movies! In fact, it was their PEAK time, making it sort of the worst.
More people milling around, more movies checked out before you got there, no specials to entice you to rent in bulk, but a Tuesday afternoon? Ooh boy that was the time for a guy like me to go. All the movies from the weekend had been returned back to the shelves, and I was there all by myself, having my pick of them.
If having a tv in my room had been the start of my obsession with movies, gaining the ability to drive myself and friends to the theater and video store had been like throwing gas on the fire.
[MUSIC SPACE]
Now that car – that car was a beast. I’m not at all a car guy but I know the stats on this one. It was a 1978 Buick LeSabre – sky blue, four door, V-8 engine, 3,000 pounds – and a measly 11 miles per gallon.
It had been dutifully looked after by it’s first owner, Anna Smith, aka my great Aunt Anna. So much so, in fact, that for years she had just taken it on one drive per week, and that was a round trip drive to her church on Sunday, topping off the gas tank every time at the gas station on the way back, a move that eventually left the car’s gas gauge permanently stuck on full, because for years and years it had never dipped below F on the dial, so that part just stopped functioning.
Before Aunt Anna passed away, but after the powers-that-be ended her driving privileges, my parents bought that car off of her, and when I was probably 10 years old. We took it from Kansas to Florida to visit Disneyworld one summer on a sweaty road trip where the a/c gave out in Arkansas. Oh, and that non-working gas gauge? My dad worked around that by keeping a pad of paper suction-cupped to the dashboard, writing down the mileage when he filled up, and then doing the math for how far he had left before he should find a gas station again.
A system that stayed in place through to the time when I got my license, and then the Tank, as we had come to call this big blue car, became my way to get myself to school and back. Having access to a vehicle also let me apply for jobs and commute to those as well.
It wasn’t exactly a cool car. It was in fact very much a great-aunt-mobile. But I wasn’t exactly a cool kid, and I loved that car completely, even all the times I had to do gas-math on that notepad, which is why I still remember it got 11 miles per gallon.
It was big enough to let my taller-than-average group of friends ride with me, and not feel cramped. We could also cram a ton of teens in there if we needed to for the purposes of silliness or some form of hijinks.
It was the car I used to get to my first job job one summer at a movie theater, and it was still my ride in my senior year of high school, when I turned 18 and was finally old enough to get a job working at a local video store after school and on weekends.
I had seen this store opening up in Olathe, KS, where I lived, the summer before my senior year, and asked about working there then, but because it was one of those stores with a ‘swinging door’ section in the back, they told me you have to be 18. So I came back a few days after my birthday and applied.
This was an independent video store, and I say independent video store to separate it from the chain stores like Blockbuster or Hollywood Video – Hastings was also a local giant from Lawrence that had just come to town – basically anywhere you had to wear a uniform, and follow some sort of corporate rules or structure making everyone be more business-like than I wanted to be.
They had to play videos on their in-store TVs that looped infomercials and tried to sell candy and special promo messages or whatever, whereas we got to just pick movies off the floor and play them pretty much at our discretion. It felt like punk rock. Er – or like movie dork punk rock. Is that a thing?
The store I worked at was called Video Express. Pretty non-descript name, I know, but at Video Express, I got to wear what I wanted, a double edged sword for high school Scot, for sure, I worked either by myself, or with one, or two other people during the busy times, and we basically were just the cool kids who ran the video store.
I had been watching movies about people who worked in video stores, and it was clearly ‘a type’ – like Jamie Kennedy in Scream is a good example, Randall in Clerks, Jack Black in the Holiday, the movie dork type. And that was MY TYPE, that was me.
I’m not sure what other viewers were supposed to get out of those scenes and from those characters, but I got the idea that it would be pretty great to work at a video store and talk about movies all day. And it was. No exaggeration.
I remember being in awe of the adult adults who did the real running of it day in and day out. I mean, they were like the far-off vastly wiser age of 28[SFX], and seemed to know how to do everything. I liked hearing stories really of what they were doing, or anything in any life that wasn’t just going to classes and doing high school stuff.
I used this episode as a reason to go watch a film I’ve had on my list forever called ‘I Like Movies’ from 2022 that centers on a movie-kid who among other things works in a video store and I thought it not only was a tremendous movie, that made me laugh and cry and yell at the characters to do different things than they were doing…
It also does a good job in the video store scenes of replicating what it was like in a lot of ways I wasn’t even expecting. Really well done and good Canadian indie film written and directed by Chandler Levack, ‘I Like Movies.’ Check it out.
So, where I fit in at Video Express was I was the natural movie dork. Even of the movie-centric employees. From all that movie watching as a kid I had turned my brain into a pretty large database. I was their IMDb before IMDb existed. Although we did have a primitive version of IMDb, an analog version there in the store, a printed version.
What I mean by that is there was this big huge purple reference book that we had under the counter, All teeny tiny text, like a phone-book – great current reference, Scot – and if you knew how to use it you could flip through and look up lists of movies, or cross-reference movies by actor and actress names, Director’s filmographies, that sort of thing. It was pretty basic by today’s standards, so the real IMDb was in the heads of people like me.
Frequently, during my shift, someone would come up to the counter with some variation of “what’s that movie with Snake Pliskin and the lady who plays Lois Lane on that Superman tv show?” And I would just go “Oh, you mean ‘Tango and Cash,’ we have two copies, it’s over in drama/action and it should be in stock.” “What’s the movie with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman together?” and then I have to say “Are you looking for Days of Thunder, the one about car racing, or Far and Away, where Tom Cruise invents modern boxing and they both do flawless Irish accents?” This was before Eyes Wide Shut, by the way, because after Eyes Wide Shut everyone who asked that question, was asking about Eyes Wide Shut.
But I loved being that guy. I loved that job.
I would take home stacks of videos and watch movies I had never seen all the time. Or rewatch movies I had seen. I would go on binges of franchises. This is where I saw all the Halloween movies, and Friday the 13ths, Children of the Corn and Jaws both had 4 at the time, so I watched all 8 of those. My movie watchography exploded during this time.
I worked there on Sunday mornings instead of going to church sometimes. I worked there on Friday nights instead of feeling bad that I didn’t have dates to go on most times, and I worked there the summer after my senior year, during this weird limbo time between high school and college. A time when I wanted to leave everything behind but also hold onto everything I knew one last time.
It was the summer of 1998, and one of those nights I was scheduled to work was the closing shift on the 4th of July.
[MUSIC SPACE]
I was the go-to guy for working holidays. I was already in town where my family was, so I was always available and could usually just duck out for a shift. I, in fact, loved it. So over the year I had pulled shifts on most holidays, Halloween, Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day, etc. But this would be my first time doing a 4th of July, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
All those other holidays were way busier than usual, and since I was the only one able or willing to work that night, I knew I would be on my own to work through any rushes as best I could.
Here’s what I should have figured, but didn’t. Some holidays are movie holidays. Like the ones I listed above. You load up on horror flicks or rom-coms for Halloween and Valentine’s, stack Christmas flicks or just any movies during Christmas and New Year’s to run while the whole family digests insane amounts of food around the TV.
The other holidays don’t really have an effect at all. It’s not like there’s a huge rush on St. Patrick’s Day for all the Colin Farrell movies, even though I would argue that there should be.
And then there’s the 4th of July. America’s Independence Day.
Where I grew up we typically got together with friends and family at picnics and barbecues, then at dark, watch fireworks go off to celebrate America’s birthday. I’m not super patriotic, but it’s a good time. It’s also an outside time. It’s a day of paper plates and plastic cups. And it’s a rare night when you’re encouraged to watch the sky, not the screen.
So for a few hours, while it was still light, I had some customers here and there. But pretty light for a Saturday, and then when it got dark, the place became a ghost town. I had rung up the last customer in the store, and then I think from probably starting about 7 or so I had the whole place to myself.
And not just all of Video Express, but the whole strip mall it was located in. All the other stores either weren’t open late, or had closed early for the holiday, and I eventually realized my 1978 Buick LeSabre was the only car in the entire parking lot.
If you aren’t familiar with Kansas, it’s a big flat place with lots of land. Like it couldn’t be more perfectly suited for parking lots. And basketball courts. But yeah, they like big parking lots…and basketball courts.
So then teenage me back at work that night, I did something that I’ve never been able to do again before or since. And that was while on the clock, I walked outside in the balmy July Kansas air, and with my car positioned such that I’d be able to see anyone coming into the parking lot and have enough time to get back into the store if I needed to – There, outside in the parking lot of the store I was still on the clock for, I hopped up on the gigantic hood of my enormous car, laid back against the windshield, and watched the city fireworks display, still visible there in that empty lot, snacking on candy and soda and wondering what was going to change in my life after this period was over and college began.
[MUSIC SPACE]
I laid there, watching the fireworks from afar. The lights were visible, but the sounds were barely registering. The sound of t he night breeze was more audible to me than most of the explosions.
So, I mentioned I’m not hugely patriotic, but the 4th was an opportunity to see fireworks, and growing up in Kansas, that was actually sort of reason enough to get jazzed for it. Again Kansas is a flat place with lots of land, and in the dry months, that means a little fire can get real far real fast, so they understandably ban fireworks there. Missouri next door? No problem, but not Kansas. We were allowed to have sparklers, and also those little snakes you light and they coil out into like an ash cheese puff, but we had to go see a fireworks display at a baseball game or wait for the 4th of July to see anything impressive.
And laying there, in that strangely quiet, oddly abandoned spot, I felt a real sense of closing, I think. A calm that was complete. Maybe unlike anything I had really felt before. I had completed high school. There was nothing left to do for it. There was nothing to do yet for college. I wouldn’t move in until August, and until then, my main job was really just to get from here to there. To just exist, long enough until the next conveyor belt started moving me again.
But in this moment, I felt the full weight of that pause. I tend to have a pretty noisy brain. I often compare it to watching a news program where there’s a constant running ticker across the bottom with a separate set of messaging that’s running simultaneously with the main program, and I have what feels like tickers there, but not just one, it will often be several running simultaneously, filling up most of the tv screen with words, leaving only a small slice for the main program. Words that are often not very nice.
It’s more noticeable sometimes than others, but what was noticeable that night in the parking lot of Video Express was that I wasn’t dealing with any of it. I had been able to let the moment sink in, and notice this one point where my work life, my school life, and my life life, all aligned to allow me this peaceful time of just breathing and looking up at the sky.
I had some rough times in high school, and I would have some rough times to come in college and beyond, but for this brief moment, it was just perfect. The push balanced the pull, and nothing was toppling over.
And I laid there, alone, thinking, feeling, wondering, until it was time to go back in the store and close up. I stayed out there laying on my hood even after the fireworks were long over, expecting someone may show up, but no one did. The video store was open until midnight, the last customer before dark had been the last customer of the night, and I had gotten paid to lay on my car hood for hours and contemplate as much of the enormity of life as I could manage at age 18.
[MUSIC SPACE?]
I loved that job, but this night stands out to me as my best night there.
You could even convince me we should try to provide this experience to all kids in some way. I’ve taught high school before. I’ve got a kid coming up on her high school years sooner than later.
The pressures we put on students in high school and before are enormous. The problems facing them in the real world are intense. It would be nice to provide a moment of reflection and pause, before just expecting everyone to figure it out.
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So then where do I go with this? I mean the quest part of the show where I recreate my perfect thing. Netflix and digital streaming pretty much killed video rental stores, and I’m now a bigger dude with a smaller car so I feel no small amount of certainty that if as a grown adult I tried to hop up on my Honda’s hood I would cave that thing into the pavement.
So laying on my car wasn’t going to be the thing. And video stores are pretty much long gone, too. So then renting videos from a store wasn’t going to be the thing, either. And I’m left by myself trying to figure out what is the thing.
All alone. Just me. Just me and the void. Just me, the void, and craigslist.org.
And so one day I posted a very normal Craigslist ad – the very normal title of which was ‘Can I lay on your Buick for just 30 minutes?’
and even though I went on to explain that I was just a podcaster wanting to record myself talking while recreating this night from high school, and even though I attached a promise of $30 to my request, would you believe that no one responded?
But that’s okay. I mean, was it really about laying on a car? Was it really about working at a store?
Those were the set pieces that night in Kansas, but really they were just the scenery.
I guess the core of my experience in high school was more about having this unexpected time of quiet introspection at a crossroads in life. Like loading a tape into my vcr when I was a kid, I knew a new movie was about to play, but for the moment, before it started, I was able to sit and breathe and think and just imagine.
[MUSIC]
Well, fast forward to now, and I once again feel like I’m at a crossroads. A changing world. An old life concluded. Here in a new place, with a new job, new cats, and a whole new routine that I’m still getting used to. I’m unsure what’s to come, so it’s fitting, really. The place I’m in does feel a little bit like an echo of that time. With last summer as maybe the peak of it.
So then last July, last Independence Day, I just stripped away all my gimmicky ideas of spending the fourth laying down on some stranger’s car hood or at a present day video store. Those were just the scenery – I say it nobly like it was an artistic choice, meanwhile if someone had let me lay on their Buick then we would definitely be having a completely different conversation right now, – but without those being possible, I instead wanted to focus on what pieces of that night really mattered.
This would be my first Fourth of July at the new place, a place that would be closer to a bunch of the big fireworks displays in the city, so that part was taken care of.
I didn’t have a store or parking lot to myself, but I thought of one spot I could get to where I would have as much privacy as I wanted and would be free to watch the sky all night, and a partner in crime to do it with, too.
[FIRST TAPE – ORANGE – INTROS]
Welcoming my daughter back to the show, and she’s also at a crossroads, it turns out. At the time of this recording she was just about to begin middle school, and this would also happen to be a new middle school that none of her friends from her old school went to. It would be a complete transition. A new school, new classes, a new schedule, new students, new challenges and new triumphs. But not until it begins. For the moment – there is a pause. For now – we just have to take in the show. Here are some of my favorite clips from us watching all the explosions:
[TAPES – MULTI – FIREWORKS JOY MONTAGE]
[TAPE – YELLOW – PODCAST MAGAZINE CLIP]
[TAPE – PINK – WHAT THIS EPISODE ABOUT – SWITCHING SCHOOLS ]
[TAPE NEXT – YELLOW – WHILE THE ‘QUIET MINUTE OF WATHCING’ IS HAPPENING:
AND OTHER YELLOW WHICH IS THE THING]
We’re not meant to be going nonstop. As things seem to be getting faster and faster and there are times when the pace of everything overwhelms even the best of us, it’s good to remember we can take a pause. Sometimes it lines up and a perfect pause point is provided for us. We take it in, and breathe it out.
But there are pauses to be had all over the place. Whenever you need one, you can create one. Viktor Frankl says that between stimulus and response there is a pause, and in that space you can decide what to do, decide how to respond.
The space between cause and effect, between what’s already happened and what’s yet to come. And if you can hold onto it long enough, a space to sit and breathe and think and just imagine.
[TAPE – GREEN – ME COMING TO SAY I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S NEXT]
[MUSIC SPACE]
Okay so at this point my cat Corn Dog had come in blazing and launched himself through the air half-way across the room, bouncing off a shelf above my computer, toppling it over, yanking out a bunch of wires, and crashing the whole thing onto the floor.
There are things you can plan for, and things that you have to react to in the moment, but there will always be places to find and create a pause, and then use that pause to move forward.
[MUSIC AND SPACE]
And with that, My Video Store Fourth of July becomes the next entry into the perfectorium, the index of perfect things.
Go to the show’s website perfectshowpodcast.com to see pictures and videos related to each episode, – for this one I will put up the screenshot of the craigslist ad and a few pics from last 4th of July, including the one of us that could grace the cover of Podcast Magazine.
You can see all the entries to the Perfectorium at the direct link for it, perfectshowpodcast.com/perfectorium.
Special thanks to my landlord who I don’t think knows that I can get up on the roof but I’m guessing he’d probably be cool with it if he did. Thanks again to my daughter, and thanks to the people who set off fireworks in Oakland and San Francisco last 4th of July. Big and small, you all combined to give me an Independence day like no other.
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I recorded another review last time, and got a new one as well. Gonna keep doin’ it.
And this episode felt perfectly timed with the theme to rate a show I love called ‘Movie Friends’ This is a great podcast by hosts Seth and Michelle. They will follow themed months talking about a different movie each episode, and also touch on new releases and it’s just a really good time. They just finished a six-week Nic Cage run culminating with Face/Off and that was really fun.
I have been a guest on a couple of their Patreon episodes talking about Kill Bill and Jackie Brown, and as you may imagine, I’m always thrilled to talk movies with other likeminded dorks. – affectionately.
So you know the drill by now, Out comes the ipad, into the purple podcasts app. Top right to the search bar, type in Movie Friends – [Record the experience of doing it, and just talk about it as it’s happening] That’s movie like the thing I was obsessed with watching in high school and friends like what the girls in high school just wanted to be…
Edit the downtime out
[EDIT]
Okay, and here’s the Movie Friends review. Title: Make Friends with Movie Friends.
The review reads: I really enjoy the laid back and positive vibe of this show, I appreciate the level of film discussion and it encourages me to try out new films as well as rewatch old favorites. Thanks Seth and Michelle!
And – Submitted.
Great. Efficient. I’m becoming a review Samurai here.
This episode was recorded and mixed at Milky Way Studios in Oakland, CA.
And remember, just because video stores went away doesn’t mean video store clerks went away. People who spend way too much time thinking about movies and are far too willing to share their unsolicited opinions about them whenever possible. We’re still here, we’ve just spread out to different places. Me? I went to podcasting, those other people? Oh – they also went to podcasting? Okay – yeah okay that makes sense. Okay, well there you go. We all have podcasts now.
Anyway, until next time, I’m Scot Maupin, and thanks for listening to The Perfect Show.
[Outro music – 50 eggs]
[TAPE – PURPLE – BYE EVERYONE]
