tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1939423138208242531.post4417008509009358067..comments2023-06-30T05:09:56.592-07:00Comments on the intricate mess: A Mystery of the Record StoreRev. Gabelicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00446844541796089009noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1939423138208242531.post-89024887928043409872008-01-29T20:56:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:56:00.000-08:00Maybe it's because so much of the new stuff out th...Maybe it's because so much of the new stuff out there is so bad, you wanna piss on it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1939423138208242531.post-38133903051696147172008-01-26T22:13:00.000-08:002008-01-26T22:13:00.000-08:00Ahem! Barrett, you are not addressing the real iss...Ahem! Barrett, you are not addressing the real issue here buddy. Of course I detested the idea of escorting heroin junkies to the pisser at Cellophane. I'm not asking for record stores to provide, I just wanna know what, psychologically or physically or both, makes me haveta piss as soon as I start record shoppin. Geez man...fuckin spazzRev. Gabelicioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00446844541796089009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1939423138208242531.post-7239358029738004662008-01-26T18:55:00.000-08:002008-01-26T18:55:00.000-08:00yeah, but on the flip, back in the Cellophane days...yeah, but on the flip, back in the Cellophane days.. would you have actually wanted to escort dudes from the Ave up a flight of stairs.. and all the way to the bathroom in the back of the store? <BR/><BR/>you must be joking... right?pbrchickenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08354675257648002362noreply@blogger.com