Chasing those early days

It will never be the same again -- ever. Those precious times in my early teens, perusing the racks of Ann and Hope's music department in Warwick, Rhode Island, looking for that elemental combination of music and magic that brought paroxysms of absolute joy upon initial listening, will always be treasured memories. Reading record reviews in Circus, Hit Parader, and Creem magazines, getting enough money together to buy an LP, finding the album, purchasing the album, anxiously waiting until Mom finished shopping so we could drive home and I could drop the stylus gently onto the LP and finally listen to the album. Pure fucking magic! Life, indeed!