Willow weep for me...
Being a teenage to early twentsomething West Coast transplant on a New England campus was not easy or financially rewarding, but you best believe I spent many a work study dollar on New Release Tuesday. [Both during the day, and Monday night at midnight.] And one of my favorite record stores ever had to be Bull Moose Records on tiny little Main Street in Brunswick, Maine. New releases [no matter how big the artist]ranging in price from $6.97 (?*%$#@!) to $11.97; New release/top sellers shelves that would place a new Janet Jackson disc next to a new flava of the month in indie without batting an eye; Chill ass record store clerks who gave advice [of the non-condescending variety] AND sought advice [I turned a clerk or two on to Basement Jaxx with one simple purchase]; And a points system that rewarded you for buying discs, and which in the end helped me save a few dollars on many a disc. -Sigh- I miss that place, and it sucks to keep reading headlines and articles about little islands in the sun falling by the wayside...
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