“Any time, any day,You can hear the people say,That love is blind, well, I don’t know but I say love is kind…”
~ Paul McCartney
(Today’s note is an excerpt from My Life in the Beats of Wax, an analog memoir…)
Grand Junction had one primary record store, an establishment called Mazucca’s on Main Street that had one foot planted squarely in the Summer of Love. The atmosphere inside a 70’s record store was an intoxicating combination of music that you could actually purchase, and relics and artifacts that hinted at the glories of the hippy world beyond. You walked in to the cloud of ever-burning incense smoke, and immediately looked at the album cover on display by the cash register to see what was playing on the turntable. The walls and ceilings above the rows of records on display are completely covered with posters of musical gods and goddesses, old and new.
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