Meridian Underground Music
2220 8th Street, Meridian, Mississippi, United States
About the Meridian Underground Music
Meridian Underground Music is a unique store located at 2220 8th Street in Meridian, Mississippi. This institution is a haven for music enthusiasts, offering a wide selection of underground and independent music from various genres. From vinyl records to CDs, concert tickets to band merchandise, Meridian Underground Music is a one-stop shop for all things music-related. Whether you're a seasoned collector or a casual listener, you'll find something special at this hidden gem in the heart of Meridian.
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2220 8th St, Meridian, MS 39301, United States
Opening hours of Meridian Underground Music
Monday:
10:00 - 21:00
Tuesday:
10:00 - 21:00
Wednesday:
10:00 - 21:00
Thursday:
10:00 - 22:00
Friday:
10:00 - 22:00
Saturday:
10:00 - 22:00
Sunday:
Day off
Reviews of Meridian Underground Music
"Really cool items . Love the shirts. As well as customer service . I would definitely recommend everyone to check this store out for all your needs guitars,t shirts,tattoo supplies, ECT. CHECH IT OUT. ITS THE BEST!"
"This is one of those amazing places where everyone finds something that fits who they are and become who they want to be. A place where you can get everything from the coffee you need to start the day to a new skateboard to get you to work and then it’s a place where you can come back to see your favorite new band play at night. Every city needs a spot where people of all ages converge to share new ideas and points of view. People who go here gain the right to call themselves cool. Long live MUM!"
"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 city behind me."
"Not a good place for album hunters. Albums are stored with all genres together then alphabetized, but I found it was by album title, or artist last name, or artist first name, or not at all. All albums are in totes stacked with lids. You have to un-stack totes to see what’s in the tote under. I’m too old to be throwing totes full of albums on the floor to see what’s below. A pool table in the middle, a guy on acoustic guitar, a very eclectic collection of stuff for sale; not all music related. Good luck trying to sell those 50s- early 60s tunes - most people who listened to that stuff are long gone. My suggestion: separate the 33.3 from 78, separate by genre, alphabetize by artist last name or band first name, don’t require customers to move heavy totes to get to the next one."
"Amazing shop, great owner, and staff. I would definitely say this is one of the "must see" places in Meridian MS"
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