There's not much that makes an old Product Of The Seventies like me feel younger than walking into a music store. Looking at all the guitars and equipment, hanging and BSing with kids having multiple piercings (that are visible), and listening to them play licks I couldn't BEGIN to play. Talking to the sales people who are mostly my age, probably making ten bucks an hour, but wouldn't trade the opportunity to be that close to music for anything. There's something about music that can bring the generations together. I hope I never get too busy or self-important to remember that.
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