"Used to come in here every week. Bought everything odd—field recordings, radio static, someone coughing on a 78." He leaned closer. "She pressed a private record once. Only 50 copies. Called it All Cities Are One City . Said if you listened close enough, you'd hear the same rain in every track."
Behind him, the bell on the shop door jingled. He turned. Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...
He wasn't there for jazz, punk, or the rare soul 45s that made this place legendary. He was searching for a woman named Christiana Cinn Woodman. "Used to come in here every week