“The neighborhood record store offers a necessary crutch-- a place to run with terminally unlistenable discs which one can trade in for something more worthy of aural ingestion. But what about all the used discs that you know in the bottom of your heart will never be sold? The bottomless $1.99 bins would surely be an intimidating reminder of cash spent lost to pimply-faced adolescents peddling Phat”
