It had been a while since I had visited a record store. Part of the reason is that there just isn’t aren’t as many stores around to pop into. And for whatever reasons, I just never made it to one…
Oh, the things that could set me off when I was 15 and like a white winged shlub. On February 2, 1974, I was “mad as shit” that my mom had to stop at Roses discount store for whatever it…