Other than the children’s albums by Anne Murray and Raffi that my parents bought as LPs and the complimentary 45 single I got on a visit to Disneyland and played on my Fisher-Price record player, much of the music I introduced myself to came from the library. I remember flipping through records in bins, pulling any album cover or track listing that seemed interesting and then bringing it home for an initial spin on the same childhood record player that 45 spin on. Atlantic Start. The Northern Pikes. The Shuffle Demons. Rob Bass. Glenn Medeiros. My ears opened up a lot in those years all for the price of a library card.