Me and Bret, ready for night.
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The thing you have to understand is that the free weeklies were everything. They had the album reviews and the club listings we wanted and so, like clockwork, Bret and I raced to the nearest record store every Wednesday or Thursday to pick up copies of the LA Reader and LA Weekly. The newspapers were stacked in wire bins at the front of the store and, rather than take them somewhere else, we scanned them right there in the doorway of Rockaway Records in Glendale or sometimes at Tower up on Sunset. We flipped straight to the club listings to see which bands were playing and which shows got the coveted critics’ recommendations and then made our plans for the weekend and beyond.