trip to bill's

This weekend, I took an adventure to Dallas. We stopped by Bill's, the well-known record store, to search for some vinyl. Let me tell you right now, I was covered in dirt and left with a heightened sense of panic. That store is nuts! There is literally no organization in the 7-inch section.

Doesn't that get your heart rate going? Where do you even start? Anyway, after a while of digging, I managed to find some good things. There are tons of 45s just hanging out without sleeves, and lots and lots of damaged 45s. But I found some diamonds in the coal mine.

Oh, don't forget this guy: