Those who have clerked in a record store (which, over the past decade, I can only assume is a dwindling number), can attest to extremely varied amount of divergent music they were turned onto via enthusiastic co-workers. The good, the bad and the ugly. I was twenty when I landed the gig and that's where I got my first real taste of Sonny Rollins, the JBs, Smoke and the Rock*A*Teens. It is also where I learned about the sleaze...the trash rock -- the A-Bones . . .
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