As a kid I spent countless hours in this fine establishment digging through the crates. I went in these places so often (the nearest one was in Reno, NV), that I knew I’d see 95% of what I’d find in the racks the previous week I was there. I knew exactly where to look for what, and I knew exactly what I was looking for when. Cheers to the greatest CD store of all time. OF ALL TIME.

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