The tune wasn't exactly a toe-tapper, EEE, but you had to root for the guy!  I really enjoyed the scenes in the used record store. Some of my favorite memories are of pouring through the stacks of several Boston's great stores like Nuggets, just around the corner from Fenway Park. And it was there a year ago, catering to all of the college students, and old guys like me. Remember the smell, the cardboard promotional displays, the peeling posters on the walls, the many, many shitty bands that were one and done? Even though I don't own a turntable, I still enjoy the hunt for that rare gem. Remember pouring through Goldmine magazine? The internet has made it all so easy, and I feel something has been lost. 

Peter T.