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I was fifteen in 1996 which was a pretty poo poo year for music. I had a fuckton of cassettes and my mom’s record collection, but didn’t get a CD player til that year, almost solely for bootlegs. Remember when used CD stores had an “import” section that was nothing but live poo poo and obscurities? That was my jam.
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