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GRAHAM: A RECORD STORE TALE
Customers coming into our little suburban record store to buy music seemed to fall into several categories. There were the positively vague. “That song on the radio, it goes Do-de-Do-de Dum Dum Dum… Got that one?” There were the negatively vague. “Don’t suppose you know what that new album’s called, the one with the zither […]