Back in 2002, I was on the hunt for a copy of Primal Rock Therapy by Blood Circus. I would hit every used record store, book store, CD exchange, and thrift stor

Back in 2002, I was on the hunt for a copy of Primal Rock Therapy by Blood Circus. I would hit every used record store, book store, CD exchange, and thrift store trying to find a copy (I still had unreliable dial up at home, so getting it off the internet was a pipe dream). I eventually found it in a used bin at a Half-price Books in Cleveland after 4 years of searching. It was a middling album by a middling band, but the satisfaction I felt I still remember 23 years later. Same with the 4-6 weeks delivery from catalogs of the 90s. We no longer have the anticipation and the wonder we did in an analog/scarcity world when everything is on demand. Sometimes the joys of wanting exceeds the having.