For one reason or another, Jerry David DeCicca has been on his knees since he was born. Crawling, praying, begging, looking for cheap records. He lost the best years of his life lurking and sort-of working in record stores. The alphabetized bins were filled with genred gems decorated in dollar signs that exceeded his hourly wage. So, it was the Dollar Bins, usually on the floor covered in dust mites (or worse), where he found classics on the cheap. And he still does! Times have changed, but there's a lot of great records out there that can still . . .
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