Going to the store and buying a CD — I don’t even remember the last time I did that (I’m an iTunes and eMusic kind of gal).
But I couldn’t find a site that would let me download Neon Indian’s Psychic Chasms {legally} so I decided to do things the old-school way and marched my little self to Red Cat Records. (Picked up some tickets to Miike Snow and Appleseed Cast while I was there.) It was quite the musical moment.
Is this how our parents feel about records?
