I LOVE Little Brown Asses

I grew up in the California desert, where good music was hard to come by. Starting at 14, I'd hitch a ride with my 16 year old friend to Hollywood every weekend to go music shopping. We'd always hit Aron's, Vinyl Fetish, a few others, and always Tower Records on Sunset Boulevard.

I went to the same high school as Frank Zappa, but had to drive 60 miles to find his catalog in a music store. I'd hear Bob Mould on a fuzzy connection on KLOS 95.5FM, but it took a trip to Tower to get cassettes. I still have a few autographed momentos from the in-store appearances and record release parties.

They were expensive, but it didn't matter. It was the thrill of the hunt. My friends and I would scour the rack for an hour trying to one-up each other with the gems, rarieties, bootlegs, and obscure side projects (this CD has a track that Tom Morello played guitar on when he was 7...).

Tower records was where I learned to be a music snob.

R.I.P.

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