man has this industry aged, look at all the 60s and 70s kids.
i hate to sound old but these youngins don't know how awesome the vinyl record store experience was- you'd lose yourself in them for hours, i'm not talking mall record stores, talking gritty old downtown record stores. when you bought a vinyl record album you felt like you had something sacred in your hands, the album art at a size worthy of art, liner notes and the smell. hated when cassettes became standard, tiny plastic crap - CD's were an improvement but nothing compares to vinyl.
my aunt and uncle owned record stores, one downtown, that place on a Saturday was jammed, filled with long haired kids and the staff were all long haired musicians and cute hippy chicks who reeked of Petroulli oil wearing those hippy blouses and no bras so when they bent over to bag the records if you were lucky you'd see some nice 20 year old tits and when you're 10 years old that one glimpse can carry you for months - um, decades, just writing this i am picturing one chick as if it was yesterday. shit, she'd be almost 60 now.
one of those long haired musicians was Neil Peart.
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