I spent yesterday afternoon with my friend Otis Fodder, tramping round record stores in north of Montreal. We went to Sonorama, Phonopolis and even found a guy selling records out of the back of his house. We finally ended up at Death of Vinyl – easily my favourite, a real USED store, ridiculously crammed with record of all shapes and sizes plus CDs, DVDs, cassettes and even 8 tracks. The prices are low, the quantity is high, they even have coffee plus monthly art installations.