When Bill Sassenberger locks the doors to Toxic Ranch Records on Dec. 31, he won’t be coming to unlock them again. After 25 years in Tucson, 22 of them at its current location on Sixth Street, Toxic Ranch Records as a physical store will likely be a thing of the past (though a new location is being scouted and considered). This is a story of two people and how they, through independent means and sheer will, solidified a community and changed our city for the better.
Toxic Ranch Records started out as a mail order business for independent punk music in the early ‘80s, in Pomona, California. “We had a record label (Toxic Shock) and a store out there,” Sassenberger says, about the business he and his wife, Julianna Towns, built from the ground up. “We liked Tucson … it wasn’t paved over and made into parking lots like Phoenix. It was a mid-sized city that we thought could support what we were doing, which was selling independent music.”
By the mid-‘90s, the store and label were thriving. “There were other record shops in town, but they weren’t doing the underground stuff that we were focused on,” explains Sassenberger. “At one point we had five employees on the payroll. We had a pretty exciting label at the time and a lot of our bands were touring. We were wholesaling labels to other stores. So we were pretty hopping for a while.” But Sassenberger and Towns never lost sight of their original intentions: “It was an outlet for more obscure and lesser-known acts that weren’t really being covered by the bigger media. Later on, we really started focusing on local stuff.
“There were a lot of people who’d come up from Sierra Vista, Nogales—all parts of Southern Arizona looked to our place as a unique place to buy and sell their own music and buy stuff they couldn’t get elsewhere,” he says. And that was the moment when Toxic Ranch ceased to be just a record store and became the center of the local underground rock music community. Kids would come in and find a record or a book that altered their lives; bands would get started from conversations between customers.
By the turn of the century, Toxic Ranch’s first great era was winding down. Sassenberger remembers that “vinyl sales were dropping off—CDs were dominating the market and the music itself was not quite as exciting in the underground. There were a lot of cookie-cutter ska bands and NOFX-wannabe bands. It wasn’t as fun.
“A lot of our employees moved on to other things and we couldn’t support the payroll. I had to get another job just to make ends meet, and my wife was keeping things running. A lot of times, during the summers especially, (there were instances where) my wife and I would say to ourselves, ‘Why are we even doing this, because our business is so poor? We’re really hustling just to pay rent to Caruso’s (the owners of Toxic Ranch’s retail space). Maybe we should just think about doing this from our house. It would be a lot simpler and the overhead would be a lot less,'” he remembers, referring to making the store an online/mail-order only business. “But then September and October would roll around, business would be better again, and we’d forget about those thoughts and concentrate on a lot of tourists that would come to town (with Toxic Ranch being among their planned destinations) and make us feel good about our business again, where people would come out of their way from different cities and different countries to come to our shop. … Gradually, things started turning around a little bit when vinyl (sales) started perking up and we started to get better business in the last five years.”
Now, the bad news: A few months ago, Sassenberger “got the notice from Caruso’s that they wanted to do something different with the space we were renting, and that forced me to really consider what I was doing. A big factor was my wife having a stroke in December of 2011. That really took a lot of my time away from the store, and I was real lucky to have a few volunteers to keep the place open when I wasn’t there—Shane Muldowney is the most responsible person to keep this thing going in the last couple of years, with Al Perry, Nick Cashman, and a couple of others.
“Caruso’s really made me make a decision: I gotta do something. We gotta get out and I gotta figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life with regards to the store.” There’s no trace of anger or negativity in Sassenberger’s voice when he talks about the end of his store as a physical entity. When he announced that Toxic Ranch would be closing at the end of the year, he decided to have weekly in-store live shows for the remainder of the year.
In the ‘90s, quite a few bands played at the shop, and one closely associated with Toxic Ranch was called Jesus Chrysler. Among the voracious outpour of support and respect for Sassenberger and Towns’ contributions came a call from this long-defunct band.
“These guys haven’t been together in the same state for 20 years,” Sassenberger says. “They were on our label when things were better. They heard about the store closing and their drummer said, ‘Hey, Bill, are you gonna have one of the old Toxic bands come and send you off in style?’ One of (the band members) lives in Tennessee—that’s where they’re originally from. Another one’s in Colorado, one lives in Berkeley, one lives in Kansas City, and they’re all gonna come for this one-off reunion show just to play our shop. It was like, ‘You gotta be kidding me. You’re not really gonna do this.'”
Jesus Chrysler played Toxic Ranch on Saturday, Dec. 14, with Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks and The Pork Torta. Sassenberger and Towns were visibly moved at the event. “There’s some sentimentality there, but this is ridiculous. That really makes me feel proud of my accomplishments and what I’ve done,” he said before the performance.
“We’re just grateful, and if it is the end, it’s been a long and bumpy road, but we’d be glad to do it again if we had the chance,” he adds. “The fact that we’re able to get people to think outside of the normal popular culture stream and get them to think for themselves and challenge preconceived notions and ideas of what music is limited to and what you can do with your life—all those things are important to us.”
But all of those things are more important to us, the community, for Sassenberger and Towns really did change, shape, and alter the course of many of our lives. Or, as a friend of mine whose life was greatly impacted by Toxic Ranch put it, “Tucson could really benefit from having more people like Bill Sassenberger around.”
This article appears in Dec 19-25, 2013.

What a nice tribute! I’ve never been to the shop but knew of its reputation from Canada. Tucson was lucky to have such a great cultural institution for so many years. All the best Bill!
This is pretty tragic, but if Bill’s at peace with it, I should be too. It’s always somewhat annoying when a property owner starts gassing on about doing something different with a place that a business has been in for a long time, though. But it’s their place, I guess… I fear a new yupster “bistro” may be on the way.
Toxic is a grand oasis of genuineness and good taste in a world gone mad!!! All the best to Bill and Julianna!
This store brought me into a world 20 years ago that I have never left. Punk rock is tribe and I feel much pride in saying that Toxic Ranch was my homeland. I remember living in the dump basement apartment across the alley and coming out to defend the store during the UofA basketball riots one year. The cops thought we were rioters too and shot at me with beanbags! But the store windows survived as far as I remember…Thanks Bill for always keeping me plush on nirvana t-shirts and 45s. Wish I were in Tucson to see you off!
I remember at 18, visiting and helping my grand folks out, in Dec. 1988 and seeing a sign over a little store a couple of doors west of Bobo’s on Grant. Toxic Ranch Records huh? Sounds… wonderful. Left with an armful of records and t-shirts the first chance I got. Coming from a small New Mexico town within earshot of ’80s college radio but no record store of its own, I was in heaven.
Moved here in ’94 and freaked when I saw the coolest record store in the world was gone. I found it though. I can’t thank Bill enough. Not many of us can. For coming to Tucson, for sticking through it, for Gimme Indie Rock! (fuck you Tony Ford), and for just being a genuinely nice guy I’ll always love you Jolly Rancher and I hope you can continue.
And by west I mean east…
Best record store in Tucson. Changed my life in a lot of ways.
You’ll be missed.
Neil
before the internet, booking agents would call me up and ask me if I ever heard of such and such a band, and I would immediately call Bill at Toxic and go Bill do you know this band, and he would tell me all about them…. even without a physical building, Bill & Julianna’s devotion and love for DIY culture will always have a permanent place in the history of Tucson, all of us in Tucson thank you for all you have given to this town we couldn’t have done it without you
Before the internet and before I had my license and could drive to and record stores that had decent punk. I mail ordered everything from Toxic. In a lot of ways they shaped my taste in music and introduced me to bands I still listen too 25 years later. Thanks for everything. Ryan from Illinois.
I bought my first punk record at Toxic Shock in Pomona in 1984. The album was the day the country died. Bill was always super cool about turning us newbies on to awesome music. Thanks for carrying the torch for so long Bill.
for kid in west virginia in the mid -80″s toxic shock was the shit!!!!!!! i wouldn’t have heard of raw power and the hickoids and countless other bands…. it’s too easy today to be cool
thanks to everyone at the ranch and your mail orders….. i may be listening to katy perry today if it werent for you!!!!!!!