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Luke Glanton did not become old school by choice but by circumstance. After a near death experience, he found himself living in the future. A future where the price of gasoline and cigarettes had skyrocketed while electronics continued to get smaller and smaller. Long ago, he had been with the times. His bike was always kept up to the latest mechanical standards and he knew how to operate a VCR. But in Darrow, he has had to learn decades worth of advancements in vehicle technology in the space of a couple of years in order to stay in work. It's left him with little time to tackle advances made in other fields. So no, Luke does not own an MP3 player. Back in '94, he was only just learning how to operate a CD player. He doesn't know everyone else does it, keeping all their shit in a fucking cloud or whatever it's called, but he likes to have physical copies of his music.
They call the record store a relic of the past. Luke weirdly identifies with that. Sometimes, for all that he appreciates what life in Darrow has done for him, he still feels insanely out of place. Out of time. He likes that there's somewhere he can go that feels like fighting back against the changing times. Phoenix Records doesn't look anything like the record stores Luke used to frequent — it's clean and organized, and despite the fact that most people seem to buy their music on their computers these days, they seem to do good business. But it doesn't have to be a shabby little hole in the wall for Luke to appreciate it.
He spends his first ten minutes in the store just looking around. There's been a hell of a lot of music released since 1994 and he has some catching up to do. After those first ten minutes, though, he begins to wonder if this is the best approach. He has no idea what he's looking for or where to find it. It just happens that when he looks around for an employee who might help him out, the first person he spots is someone he recognizes.
"Hey," he says, almost grinning. "We've met. Didn't I save you from some punk kid you were on a date with?"
They call the record store a relic of the past. Luke weirdly identifies with that. Sometimes, for all that he appreciates what life in Darrow has done for him, he still feels insanely out of place. Out of time. He likes that there's somewhere he can go that feels like fighting back against the changing times. Phoenix Records doesn't look anything like the record stores Luke used to frequent — it's clean and organized, and despite the fact that most people seem to buy their music on their computers these days, they seem to do good business. But it doesn't have to be a shabby little hole in the wall for Luke to appreciate it.
He spends his first ten minutes in the store just looking around. There's been a hell of a lot of music released since 1994 and he has some catching up to do. After those first ten minutes, though, he begins to wonder if this is the best approach. He has no idea what he's looking for or where to find it. It just happens that when he looks around for an employee who might help him out, the first person he spots is someone he recognizes.
"Hey," he says, almost grinning. "We've met. Didn't I save you from some punk kid you were on a date with?"
