That day of the year when you pull yourself away from Spotify and iTunes and start acting like an archaeologist.
Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about.
Today is that day of the year when your guilt gets the better of you and you say, 'you know what? I will go into that record store and have a look around. And make a token purchase too.' And you feel connected to your 15 or 25 (or even 35 year old self) as a result of that promise.
You start acting like a Hollywood archaeologist. And it's understandable. It's like being in an Aladdin's cave of treasure and you are forced to start thinking to yourself 'Jesus, look at all this rad shit I've discovered.'
And because your brain and your hands are no longer used to the feeling of actually physically holding music, you pick up every single disc that you faintly recognise: a name of, a title of, the artist: and you study it trying to work out just which riches you need to leave the store with.
I know you do it. Because I do it too!
From the age of about 8 or 9 hardly a week went by when I wasn't foraging around in a record store on a Friday night or a Saturday morning.
I grew up in the northern suburbs of Melbourne so I had three favourite record stores within a few kilometres of my house (and a fourth, absolute back up one).
My parents would despair when I would ask them to buy me a 7" or, later on, a full album. Partly because they thought it was a waste of money, but likely because they hated my taste in pop music.
I was given a couple of records as gifts (after specifically requesting them) but shelling out my own pocket money, the first vinyl I ever bought was the 12" of Madonna's Holiday.
I never really escaped her clutches but I certainly added to my record collection over the years (and worked in a record bar for a number of years to boot).
I can't remember the last time I bought any vinyl but I still spend ages rummaging through CDs in all kinds of record stores, markets and second hand shops. And if we can have an international (insert anything here) day, then I'm glad that we have a Record Store Day because, as much as I love a good list, clear order and the ability to carry thousands of songs around with me at anytime, there's just no way iTunes will ever tug at my heart strings like being in a record store always does.