I’m not antique-y. Well, I guess I am, sorta. I’m artistic-y. I figure antique-y is just a matter of time, at some point I’ll be jonesing for tangible artifacts of my passage through the years, like Gameboys or Rob Roskopp skate decks or Manic Panic hair dye. Will any of these ever make the shelves of antique stores? Not likely. But they’re relics of my past that connect me to days I’ve generally forgotten about. I think«Classic Rock» is an awesome example of this. Am I happy that Jane’s Addiction and The Cure are currently on rotation alongside Jimi Hendrix and Def Leppard? Absolutely not. But I get it, I understand how this whole thing works out, I’ll deal with it. Found On 4th basically nails what I’m talking about from an antique standpoint. Yes, it’s filled with old stuff from any era, they don’t really care. But the place is curated by artists, good ones, so they know their stuff. It’s absolutely not an antique store, but it is, kinda. Let me put it this way: if I had an apartment or an old home in the valley, a blank living canvas, and I was looking to slap some lipstick on that pig, I’d go to this place. Hand selected and often refurbished gems are here for the taking at seriously fair prices and the overall impression of the work is basically timeless. I’m looking forward to finding out more about their classes, as well. When I visited they listed a class themed on Gratitude. I can’t imagine the content of said class, but I’m intrigued. The other day I happened to bump into the song«Gratitude» by the Beastie Boys. I loved the tune, growing up, but listening to it as a grownup gave me a better understanding of its message. The Boys were getting older, wiser, reflecting, figuring it out. You’ll find similar artists at Found on 4th. Here are the lyrics, should you happen to recall those days: Good times gone, and you missed them What’s gone wrong in your system? Things they bounce like a Spalding What’d you think, did you miss your calling? It’s so free, this kind of feeling It’s like life, it’s so appealing When you’ve got so much to say it’s called gratitude And that’s right