Drove down to the new Rasputin Record Store across the
street
from Sun Valley Mall. I haven’t been in a record store for a
decade.
It was strange and wonderful and I probably won’t do it
again. I had
a list of used CD’s I wanted to find. Red Hot Chili
Peppers and Daniel
Lanois, The Boss and Led Zeppelin. I flipped through the
racks and adjusted
my stance to let other shufflers pass. The artwork on the
sticky CD cases
triggered dusty memories. Dark smoke filled rooms with only
the light
from the faceplate of a cheap stereo for illumination. I
remembered the
cute ugly pimple faces of childhood friends. I was lost in
trauma and wonder
and loss and love. The screaming from the stores sound
system pulled
me back into the moment. Hateful painful lyrics, why? Perhaps
it’s a lifeline
to pull the shufflers out of their fog of memory. The
one CD I found was
used and not cheap. I placed it back in the rack and opted
to buy it in its
pristine digital form from iTunes.
