 I go by the record store on 95th Street to look for an original pressing of John Cage's quartets 1 through 8. It's a record I've been looking for for over the past 10 years, something my father and I used to do together. It's one of his favorite compositions. Even on the Internet, it's impossible to find. I flip through the stacks, discover a foreign pressing of a Beethoven concerto, take it up to the counter, then remember I don't have any money. A concerto