Old Enough to Forget

I was farting around meanderbrowsing (it's a real thing) through one of the record stores I occasionally shop. Krazy Bobs is a treasure trove of stuff, but can be a tad overwhelming, and while not disorganized, it's all over the place. I've found more than a few awesome nuggets, and the proprietor is an odd duck, at times in the best way, and other times it's overwhelming when I just want to quietly browse. However, he's a treasure trove of knowledge, and his ability to retain an astounding amount of absolutely useless trivia makes me look like a moron. Something I can do all on my own without help - but that's beside the point. Generally, when I'm there I have a specific item I've got a hankering to find. Chances are pretty decent he has it, or knows about it. This is also the same guy that put me onto Hair Cut One Hundred (better than I expected), and the Karroll Brothers - which was a wicked score. We've also lamented poor Jim Clench's bad luc...