library records - you live and you learn. luckily the library came and saved my life. the dormitory library that is. stocked with a decent collection of music, i was finally able to make my musical choices according to what other people had already chosen. freedom at last, limited only by the narrow scopes of the underpaid student librarian staff. deciding then that i needed to know what music i liked, if only to define myself to others, i would borrow cds from the dorm library and run downstairs to copy them onto tape (my tape deck lasted me all four years of college and beyond), and then return the cds upstairs immediately, in exchange for another grab bag.



slowly my music selection widened, until i had just about everything worth copying in the west quad library -- including the best of snoopy, jazz edition. most of the cds i copied ending up sucking. i didn't like most of the stuff i heard. those tapes were promptly trashed and copied over. the stuff that stuck was mainly hip hop. de la soul, tribe, roots, gangstarr, all the stuff that i'm addicted to now, i probably heard within the first month of raiding the library. master p had a whole section of cds (since no limit released crap fast and furious) but i was wise enough to forego that type of hip hop lifestyle. i was my own man, with my own musical tastes. a new door had been opened and i found myself slowly turning my focus away from yodelers and angry candian women.