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Aural (guilty) pleasure, expensive habit, packing and housemoving nightmare and bicep building fun. To me it seems comparable to tattoo addiction.. once you start, you cannot seem to stop and why would you? Yesterday was Record Store Day, so of course I went crate digging with the man who started my obsession (Adam) and his bearded friend Al. We started at Record Store in Darlinghurst (jammed), moved on to Lawson’s and a final stop at Stall of Sound at Paddington Markets. Only a few stops, but enough cash spent and we have things to listen to, and that ear itch eventually drags you from the crates.