Yes, we are in the age of iTunes and downloads and leave-me-alone-I'm-listening-to-MY-music cubicles. No, there is still nothing quite like the Zen of a Saturday afternoon or pre-club/pre-movie Friday night spent with the sound of souls searching the used racks for something new, old, or in-between; something that will perfectly get them through, get them to the next thing, get them high, low, over, out. In fact, we are waiting, not so patiently, for some member of the eternally gifted and inventive local music milieu--Romantica? Valet? The Hold Steady? Prince?--to record and sample this auralgasm and write a song around it. Something like, "Baby You're My Big Find (We Click Click Click Like the CDs at Cheapo)."