Excuse me Miss, your age is showing.....

While I love the technology that allows me to have anything and everything available to me with the click of the mouse, I can't help but feel sadness at the thought that there is a whole generation of people who rarely if ever go to the record store. Every time I find myself digging thru the bins for vinyl (yes, vinyl, remember that?)I feel such a connection to the music. Remembering smells, tastes, moments in time. Laying on the floor with my big ol' headphones snuggled deep into my afro, the album cover open in front of me. Watching the needle glide across the grooves of the vinyl, waiting to pick it up and put it back at the beginning. The way a song that you listened to over and over sounded a little bit different from the rest of the record. No matter how free or cheap it is or gets to download, you will always find me at the record store, digging and happy.