Sad news from Greenwich Village. Vinylmania, a "High Fidelity" sort of shrine to record geeks, has closed. I'm not one of those who ferret through bins of LPs looking from obscure Australian imports of obscure British bands that existed for two years back in the early '70s, but I respect the obsessive pursuit of quality and art practiced by those who do. I'm sure this is a major crusher from them. They don't deserve it. And neither does Carmine Street, one of the more raffish strips left in the Village.