Too Much Sweating and Squatting to Really Focus on the Ninety-Nine Cent Boxes

The digital switch has been kind to those shoppers who require a physical copy.

People rip their discs. And with their new format. Soon sell the discs as obsolete.

I reap the benefits.

I frequent the same stores. Revisit the same used sections. Familiarity is bred.

Recognizing when a collection has been sold off is inevitable.

Multiple albums by the same band.

Multiple bands of the same genre.

Especially prevalent in an unsorted bargain bin.

Prior to the digital era. Such sell-offs would be common among those jumping scene to scene.

I speak from experience. Stacks of straight edge hardcore. My stacks. Oliver's Records. Syracuse, New York.

In the current environment. Everyone is selling off. Selling off everything. Abandonment of format.

Sell your Simple Machines. Your Dischord. Your New Age. Your Initial. Your Teen Beat. Your Sub Pop. Your K. Your Kill Rock Stars. Your Jade Tree. Your Victory. Your Equal Vision. Your Revelation.

(Your Pet Shop Boys. Your Erasure.)

Sell. Sell. Sell. For my gain.

Swirlies - Cats of the Wild: Volume Two. AKA Music. Bargain bin.