It's official, Footlight Records is my favorite music store. I have never purchased anything, but I think it is the store that best captures my current aesthetic. Today I browsed the female vocalist CDs for the first time. OOO! Helen Shapiro! Lulu! Diane Renay! Claudine Longet! Nancy Sinatra! Jayne Mansfield! So exciting.

In the vinyl section, well! I found the 1972 Olympics soundtrack!!! Ack! And Evita en espanol. Oh man, do these count as used LPs? And will I pay 20 bucks for the both of them? Oh god.

I am going to expand on this further in an essay about Some Men are Lookers because I am quite worried that I have offended the great god Demento by not buying these finds.