I May Be Getting Old.
Or maybe I’m just old school, retro cool? One never knows – depends on who you ask, I suppose. I do love the idea, the smell, the feel of records. Thick vinyl with grooves remarkably filled with music. It’s a bit like magic, really — ridged vinyl plus a needle equals sound that moves your soul. So call me old (I suppose I am), but don’t take away my music.

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