I remember what searching for new music used to be like. I'd drive to the record store in Village Green Mall where I used to live and go straight to my favourite sections and start searching through the CDs and vinyls.
Within minutes I'd get into that weird but glorious state that I can only get in to when I'm in a book or record store. It's the kind of state where three hours feels like three minutes and my mind lets my senses take over as I hunt for that perfect item.
It's hard to explain what that perfect item is, because you don't know what it is until you find it. You have to put in the time and effort to comb through all the items around you and assess them until you find yourself in that aha, I've found it! moment that all of us music heads and book geeks love and long for.
Like when I uncovered and bought Elliot Smith's Figure 8 album purely based on its cover art without having the slightest clue what his music would sound like—and fell in love within seconds of hearing the first track on that album when I put that CD into the deck in my old '89 Civic.
Like when I stumbled up Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow—and knew, just knew, that this is what a real book should look, feel, and read like, and had that suspicion confirmed five pages in.
The more digital we become in our buying and selling of items, I start to get worried that I'm experiencing moments like these less and less.
So today, I'm thinking about making more time to hit up my favourite record and book stores with hopes of getting back into that state and finding another perfect item.
What about you?