there’s something about a U.K. record shop on a rainy Saturday morning.

it’s something.

you should read High Fidelity.

yes – I know you’ve seen it, but as good as the film is,

the book takes you there – here – right inside that red door.

I’ve never owned a record player.

my parents had one – motown, The Beatles & Perry Como’s Christmas.

and I remember at a very early age them taking such good care of their collection.

they also scare me, these record shops.

filled with people who know a lot more than I do,

who thrive on being asked for advice.

and give it loudly.

they’re like the people who intentionally make friends with older people

so they can talk all about their older friends.

‘________ is going to spend allllll day with her 89-year old friend, Sam’.

these kind of people…

you know what I mean.