What's best about this little record store is its seemingly unending series of free shows. Because of the pint-sized proprietor's musical palate, the riffage is usually heavy and always loud. Sometimes there's a keg, and sometimes you've got to hoof it to the Cool Store around the corner for a 40. But invariably, the kids will be spilling out of the tiny hallway that serves as the viewing deck and onto the roomy porch, trickling down the steps and milling under the big tree in the parking lot. It's throwback to high school days in any small Southern town, where the air is balmy, the beer is cheap, and the time is slow to pass.
