High end record store. Back in the '90s. Not just records, audiophile stuff. I'm talking marantz, macintosh, limited edition tech 12s, grundig. That kind of stuff. And wall to wall wax.

Long silver haired dude pretty much just hung out in the place and listened to records all day. Personality-wise, he was kind of a prick. Pretentious as all hell.

Anyway, I tried loitering there. He didn't really have it, but he didn't kick me out. I was his fly buzzing around asking all kinds of jackassy questions.

He introduced me to Sun-ra. Space is the place. Mr bungle's Disco volante. And John Zorn. The naked city release. The residents and the mole trilogy. And that sent me down a lifelong rabbit hole.