Simply Millennial

I’m sad. Real sad. One of my favorite things in the world, the record store, is becoming endangered.

I especially have an affinity to the “hole-in-the-wall” kinds that house used goods. I’ve spent hours of my life nonchalantly roaming these gems, wandering from genre to genre, and sampling all sorts of audio candy. I’ve been known to spend most of my day in a record store and coming out empty-handed. For me, record stores are less about obtaining the latest tunes, but more about being in a place where language is universal. The store’s stereo may be blasting a loud song, but it never seems to disrupt the inner stillness and calm I feel when I’m in the store. It’s a form of meditation for me.

And now, record stores are in danger of becoming extinct. With our generation’s technological push, downloading music is the new “in,” and it’s changing how the whole music industry does business.

Does this mean there won’t be anymore album art? I love unwrapping new buys and checking out the art in the liner notes. I’m sad.

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