Since I don't live in Toronto, I had a moment of utter confusion when I saw the first few variations on the headline "Sam the Record Man to close legendary Toronto store" on Wednesday. "Wait a second," I thought to myself. "Didn't I write that same article six years ago?"
I did, and in Friday morning's National Post, I've written it again, looking at just how little has changed for the fate of the music industry since 2001. Chiseling a tombstone for record retailing took me back to a time when, if you lived in a second-tier city like Edmonton, you really needed a peer group in order to build up a record collection. You simply weren't going to complete the entire back catalogue of a band unless you had a few guys swapping sightings and maybe some friendly clerks keeping an eye out for you. "Larks' Tongues in Aspic just came in at the A&B! I'll start the car."