"super power" by: Robert Mars
The first time I heard Grandaddy was with Rob, en route to Fingerprints in Long Beach. He'd take me record shopping often, pull discs like daisies from a field of plastic spines and pass them to me one by one until I tipped over.
"There," he'd say. "That's good for now."
I miss those days, the record store missions, Rob living down the street. I love today, of course, but shopping Itunes in sweatpants at 11:43pm on a Monday isn't the same as perusing the aisles of "USED" with dear friends. So here's to Rob and record stores, El Caminos in the west and getting nostalgic as I near the end of my track list.