Little Gateway To Heaven...

That's what I feel like I'm walking through when I walk into the door of a record store. This overwhelming feeling of calm and peace washes over me as I stand and look around at all of the records. There's nothing like the smell of old vinyl. The sweet musky smell of music. Flipping through the records with anticipation until I find a familiar artist that I love, absorbing the album cover before eagerly flipping it over to look at the songs.

*sigh* It makes me so sad to think that record stores are a dying breed. It makes me sad to know that future generations will never know the wonderful exhilarating feeling of buying and owning a physical album. Being able to hold it in your hand, read the liner notes, and display it proudly on a shelf until you're ready to absorb it all over again.
explainit2me explainit2me
26-30, F
1 Response Dec 5, 2012

I can spend hours in old record shops