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April 9, 2005:

To walk into a music store with money to spend.

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, the sales people swarmed like sharks smelling fresh blood. Nod and point: That guy spends. Not toy amounts: real money.

Nowadays it's mostly mail order. But the sense of purpose feels like once upon a time.

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