I finally replaced the turntable that broke a couple of moves ago, and have been enjoying long soaks in analogue sound. It’s fun to finally listen to the vinyl I’ve been buying to support bands over the last few years, & also to drag old favorites out of boxes in the basement.
The Prokofiev is the first album I bought with my own money. Weird that I still have it when so many other things and people have been lost over the years.
The aforesaid boxes are completely disorganized, so discoveries are somewhat random. Can’t find my Yes albums, Hendrix, or Lamont Cranston. I did find some of the original non-musical Cranston. Remember kids: the weed of crime bears bitter fruit!
