The wind feels no different, the rain falls the same way, and I keep thinking about the sound that comes through the speakers when the needle touches the record. That incredibly full and rich sound, with a touch of scratchy. I’m unexpectedly melancholy on top of dark blue, and I start thinking about the past. Thinking of my first album purchase on vinyl, playing it on the stereo in the big log lake house, lying on the carpet feeling the music move through my whole body, dreaming of what the future might bring.

Fun To Be Fooled – Lena Horne
Love Come Back To Me – Harry James

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