neither itunes nor amazon could ever hope to match the sensoral experience of spending several hours in a record store on a saturday morning. downloading an mp3 lacks the emotion derived from flipping through endless rows of albums until finally your eyes alight on the 12 inch japanese import picture-disc that you thought would forever remain at the end of your personal musical rainbow.
there are records shops that remain. however today they are rare and should be treasured, but above all they should be shopped in.
for those, like me, who still yearn for the simple life when the only thing about bands that was manufactured were their vinyl records, you might enjoy reading this post to be found on the splendid the culturist blog:
