I have this odd habit of combining dental appointments with CD shopping. I know it sounds weird, but there’s actually a method to my madness. My favourite record store – Atelier Grigorian – is on Yorkville Ave. just around the corner from my dentist. So after blowing good money on having my teeth cleaned every three months, I wash away the fluoride taste by spending some dough on something I actually enjoy, jazz records. It’s kind of a pain-pleasure …
Aural Hygiene
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