-Retro images of bands, flashes put into your mind by the music blasting out the store's stereo, upbeat and loved once and again.-
You take a step back in time when you close the door behind you, into a world that once existed. In here, it still does: it's like stepping into a mason jar of times gone past, of life in the 60s all the way through the 2000s, kept here to be shared and remembered.
-New discoveries of old.-
You listen to the music jumping around as you flip through records. The puffs of air that comes from each one falling onto the other is pleasantly musty. You are surrounded by shelves of cassettes, hanging band t-shirts, posters, and vintage dresses and shoes no one really wears anymore. So many bands, so many favorites. There is just not enough money or time to dedicate to this place--today, anyway. Ah! Over there are even more CDs to look through. You just don't want to miss anything important, don't want to miss collecting the products of any of your favorite bands. There are car decals and patches, 8-tracks and even 8-track players. Everything here smells like someone else's house, and you're okay with that. It's a personal odor, one that connects you with others who haven't forgotten.
-We are bound to each other by an addiction to music.-
