There's a record store I've passed many times and always wanted to visit. Grooves at Market and Octavia. It's all vinyl - plus a smattering of 8-tracks and cassettes. I'm not a vinyl collector, not even casually, but always love a stroll through a music store. Aisles of legends snuggled in worn jackets that surely could tell a story or two. I found a few albums that I remember my dad having, and it made me smile. I walked out with a book on learning to read music, one of my goals for this year with my new keyboard. Finding new music is exciting but reveling in history is fulfilling.
Thursday, January 28
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