1982 was a pretty big year in my musical development. Mainly because I turned 16 and got my driver's license. Which meant on weekends I could borrow my mom's car and drive into Evanston, near Northwestern University, and hit all the used record stores that lined Dempster Street. With little cash on hand, most of my music exploration up 'til this point had been limited to the local public library's record collection; I could only afford occasional record purchases at the chain stores at the mall ...
Published on May 28, 2022 09:19