Oh how I loved the pilgrimage down from Gifu to the Nagoya Tower Records. Don't get me wrong, I loved the small second-hand shops too, and I hope they're still around: I would have never discovered Freakwater, had I not been passing one in the train station arcade playing their version of "Little Black Train." But Tower Records had everything, including remainders of a decades-old disk by a college flatmate of mine.

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