Yesterday, I got the bug to go through some of my old vinyl records. I had piles of them stacked around my house and thought I should organize them into a small, neat area of my living room. Every time I organize my record collection, I find myself dreaming about past trips to the record store where the only goal for hours was to find the jem hidden among the throw-aways. I have had many adventures of hunting through the aisles for the perfect seventy-five cent, dust-covered album, and have the large stacks of musty LPs to show my success.
Then I came across this cartoon on http://thoughtballoonhelium.blogspot.com/ today, and it just seemed appropriate to post it and share some vinyl love.
I have every intention of going home tonight and continuing my foray into my vinyl organizing. Sometimes, there is no better evening than settling in, putting on a slightly-scratched record, pouring yourself a lowball amaretto, and reminiscing on the memories while the turn table crackles and pops its way into your consciousness.