The first stop on my digging adventure in Seattle was Bop Street Records: a spot, which the owner Dave had no problem telling me almost as soon as I walked in, that Wall Street Journal had named them one of the five best music stores in America. Not the biggest space, but very well used, with records along the walls reaching up to the ceiling. The center of the store had numerous shelves with very well organized records. Jazz, blues, rock, etc. This is one of those places that will have exactly what you're looking for, without even having to really hunt for it. It's all there, and you'll be happy to pay for the convenience. Not me, though. While I may have a mental list of records to look for, I'm happy to spend an hour or two simply going through everything, and letting the discovery happen on its own. Dave probably approached me three, maybe four, times asking "so what exactly are you looking for?" I was as polite as I could be, being asked that question so much. Sometimes you just want to dig, with no goal in sight. I ended up in the upstairs loft, where they had something like 100,000 45's to go through. There was a gentleman there who was a regular, and was trying to complete some crazy list of 22,000 records, and he had about six hundred left to find. Bugged out. I found a James Brown box of 45's, dug through them, knowing that I couldn't afford them on this trip. It was nice to see them, though, and make a mental note of the labels and what not for future ventures. Ended up leaving with a Marvin Gaye "Funky Space Re-incarnation" 45, a Ruby & The Romantics "Our Day Will Come" 45, and Syl Johnson's "Different Strokes" on 45.