I was that guy at the record store that could recommend anything for anyone in any genre. Like Sinatra? Try Buble. Like Slayer? Try Savatage. Like the Art of Noise? Try Herbee Hancock. Like Marley? Try Peter Tosh. Like John McClaughlin? Try the Friday Night in San Francisco record. etc...etc...etc...

My favorite memory was this little old man, probably long sense dead, who came up to me, apologetically, and handed me a CD he had just purchased for his wife. He said that they couldn't get it to play. I said okay...what does it do when you put it in the machine? And he said that the needle just slides all the way across. I looked at him and asked "Needle?"

And he said yes...and told me that he came in a couple of nights before asking about a song his wife liked and the sales person gave him that silver record. I had to explain that he didn't have a vinyl record but instead had a new technology called a CD and he needed an old technology called a 45. I then asked him...didn't you think that $16 was a bit much to pay for a $2 record? and he said yes but figured that because it was silver that it was a collectible.