Places come and go.
Spaceboy. For tickets. For compact discs.
I found a lot there.
Impulse buys. A collection full of them. A.R.E. Weapons. M83. Ova Looven.
After the move. It was never the same.
The new floor plan. Trivial. As it may be. Something lost.
I missed the cramped space. The upstairs.
For years. My loyalty. My money. To Spaceboy.
I may have shopped elsewhere. The majority of my business. There.
I stopped going to South Street. For almost everything.
Rare visits.
Driving by. A year ago. Maybe more. I see it had gone.
M83 - Saturdays=Youth. AKA Music. New.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sigur Ros Lesson Number One: No Live Interest
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