So I was in a used record store...

...and they had new ones and used cds also. We were in Nashville, Evansville, Austin, New Orleans, Lufkin I forget in one of the kind of places where you dig around in stuff that other people no longer want. And there were other people digging right along with me. All had on their digging clothes, the uniform of the professional hip. Slacker special pants, tats, piercings heck I felt like I was at work. We have to dress a certain way there also.

As I glanced through the records and there were quite a few new ones I noticed the cover of a Various Artist Compilation I had download from emusic. Titled "Palenque Palenque: Champeta Criolla and Afro Roots in Columbia 1975-1991" it was the kind of music you hear playing at a party just before everyone takes off their shirts. I thought it was so cool I gave the copy I burned to Miguel. In the store this record on vinyl was priced $30. I did not ask if this was negotiable. I did congratulate myself on being able to pick music others thought was valuable, or even good even if the only criteria I use is whether it makes people want to take off their shirts.