Going to various record shops in Gainesville, Florida, with my friend when I was 17 on Saturdays. She was as crazy about music as I was and we’d spend hours pawing through all the CDs and looking for concert flyers.
We’d usually get up early, drive to Gainesville in the morning, hit 3-4 record shops, then finish out our excursion at Tony and Pat’s for pizza and pasta for lunch. Then go to a park, and next back home to listen to the new CDs.
What a foreign place all of that feels now. But how free it felt at the time.