Aaahhhh - vinyl LPs. Bendable, meltable, scratchable, breakable. Cover art and liner notes you could read without a magnifying glass. And sometimes, with luck, the album itself would slide out wrapped in a colored sleeve plastered with even more photos and stories. Tim's collection leaned toward the edgier FM Radio sound. The sixties were morphing into the seventies, and blues, folk, country and rock were all churning in the same blender. Tim's growing collection was kept pristinely and alphabetically stacked. Pre "video" music that didn't just live inside your head, it fed your head. And sometimes it ate it.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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