Tour of United Record Pressing in Nashville
[Ed. note: This is a guest post from Richard, one of our creative warehouse Fools, about a field trip they took last Thursday.] Today — in what ended up being an extended lunch break that was graciously afforded us by our ever-generous boss-people — the motliest of the motley employees of Bookfool.com embarked on a brilliant tour. August 13th was the day, the factory of United Record Pressing (URP) was the destination.
URP is one of five record pressing plants left in America (that they know of, anyway), and the largest presser of vinyl. Ever. But what’s all the more worth noting is that they are, in total, the only one that matters. Period. Our friend Alan gave us the show-around, which was informal and fantastic. I’d be hard pressed (HA!) to see a group of people so geeked out/fascinated ever again. It was like embodying this lady at a cat museum or this guy at the fair. Or something.
Upon our arrival in the building, we saw that it quite literally appeared to be frozen in time: 60’s art decor, aquatic tiling, etc. We were initially greeted by a signed picture of Rick James, thus confirming our suspicion that 4th Ave. South is in fact the Stargate.
We were greeted by our comrade and treated to free coasters made from the centers of discarded records. Seriously. We got a stack for the entire Fool-office and subsequently increased our cool factor exponentially. [Ed. note: It's true. They are much cooler to us now.] Moon Dog: Bing-o Bang-o.
Lining the walls were some of the records they had printed. From A Tribe Called Quest to Animal Collective, Bob Dylan to the Beatles, Elvis to Eminem, the Stooges to Sly and the Family Stone, it seemed the magnitude and myriad of bands represented knew no bounds.
The first part we visited was affectionately known as the Motown Suite. URP started pressing back in ‘49, exclusively doing 7″ until (I think) ‘99. Back in the 60’s and 70’s, Motown records was one of their biggest customers. Seeing as Nashville tends to be about 5-10 years behind the curve with anything, segregation was still prominent here, thus the representatives and artists weren’t able to get a place to stay. So these guys at URP put them up in a pretty posh apartment-esque part of their upstairs. They have perfectly preserved it to this day and we were enamored of the space. The artists also used to listen to the records there for the first time, and so the vibe was simply incredible. Good people, practice, and tunes. Jam.
We went downstairs to the pressing plant and watched how records were made…obviously. Vinyl actually starts off as tiny chunks, is then melted into “patties” or “pucks”, which are put into the machines where the process begins. I won’t go in to the details, but there are videos you can watch, both on the URP website and one at BookFool’s Flickr that I took. [Ed. note: Awesome vid! Also embedded at the bottom of this post.]
We saw the room where they make the master mold of the record that is used to press the rest. One in our company declared that room to be the place where, “in the first Batman movie, the Joker was melted,” simultaneously confusing the seminal Batman/Keaton film with the pathetically lesser 3rd one, Batman Forever/Clooney, and also describing it to a perfect T. (In his defense, Joker did fall into a vat of craziness, right? I remember not liking that part as a child.)
The epic experience also included the pricing info, seeing where they keep all the “mother” presses, and seeing the grooves under a microscope, which was a funny incident in and of itself. We were blown away by seeing that up close, and the more questions we asked about records on the micro level, the less anyone knew. “Uhh, ask Andy.” “Uhh, you’ll have to ask Thomas,” etc. We had our suspicions about music and records being the witchcraft-voodoo of the devil (our moms told us about Elvis!) and once we got to the science of it all, our suspicions were confirmed. Sorry to the Parents.
All in all, it was a gorgeous outing. We were baffled and enlightened and mystified and geeked out. God bless music; there’s nothing better than music. And these people were uncompromising in their handling of its vinyl medium. Ben noted how nothing seemed nostalgic or “touristy” simply because this was all they had ever done. Sure, they’d watch their product rise, fall, and rise again, but they stuck with it. Minus the historicity of the bangin’ Motown Suite, they just did their thing the same as it ever was. (They don’t even make the machines that press records anymore! Incredible!)
If you live in Nashville, visit. It’s free. If you don’t, come and see it. It’s worth it. And the best “tourisity” thing I’ve done in a while.
Further viewing:
- Video tour of URP on YouTube.
- The Dead Weather’s “Will There be Enough Water?” shot at URP.
- More photos on Flickr from the Fools’ visit.










