Once upon a time, there was no such thing as the internet.
It’s an alien concept now — the thought that, at one time, you did not walk around with all the world’s knowledge in your pocket — but it’s true.
If you needed to “do your own research,” you had to go to this place called a library, which was this giant building full of books — sort of like a Barnes & Noble, but without baristas and board games.
If you really want your mind blown, go look up the word “microfiche.”
Since I just replaced the top of your head with a mushroom cloud, I may as well tell you now about the outmoded way we used to discover new music.
For music lovers of all persuasions, a trip to your local record store was a time-honored rite of passage — our very own pilgrimage to musical Mecca.
The record store itself was an entirely immersive experience full of not just the sounds one would expect from a retail house of musical worship, but of the …