Record Stores Were Magical Places

Whenever I write about record stores, I feel like I’m weaving some sort of fantastical bedtime story. “A long time ago, there were these places that were filled with albums. Aisle after aisle, loosely organized by genre. We’d congregate in these monuments to music, and spend hours going through albums, and talking about bands. Sometimes, an artist would even show up to do an in-store signing.” When described in that way, they do kinda sound like magical places. Maybe that’s because for some of us they were… read more >