Who knew?

I can’t remember the last time I bought a CD in a record store (do they still call them that?), other than maybe as a gift. Just before Christmas I was killing some time in the local HMV. Mostly I was noticing how little music is actually in a music store these days. As a lark, I checked the “T” bin for Teenage Head.

Now, I’ve been looking for a copy of their album Frantic City for years — It’s one of those hugely evocative aural romps down memory lane — to absolutely no avail; not in stores, not mail order, not online, not even from any of the dodgier sources.

I had long misplaced my vinyl copy. (I’m convinced somewhere in this city, in some friend’s basement, there’s a stash of my LPs we’ve all forgotten about.)

Long story short, there it was, at the HMV … in the mall. Go figure.

I don’t think our car stereo has ever been cranked as loud.

Anyway, if you’re the friend with the forlorn stack of vinyl in your garage, could you check it for L’Etranger’s deput EP? Thanks.