The past few years have found me slowly re-building my Dinosaur Jr. collection -- piecemeal. Sometime in the mid-late '90s, while living in Athens, GA as a student, I sold the majority of it off to various downtown record stores. Now, a decade later I'm re-purchasing it. Actually, I find myself doing this a lot; most likely a by-product combination of being a) a collector, and b) slightly neurotic. Whatever, I just chalk it up to being old skool, baby. Feel me? Yeah.
I (thankfully . . .
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