When I was a high school kid in rural Alaska we didn’t have any real record stores but a local church would have a group of volunteers fly in from Seattle a couple times a year and bring an entire plane load of records and posters. They had a setup in the church basement where we could listen to the new music and buy any that we liked. Oddly they never once tried preaching or pushing religious views on us. Since there was no television available and the only radio station we could pick up was old twangy country that basement was always full of teenagers ( and the occasional progressive adult).