There’s nothing like the dreamy sound of a record. Nothing. The crackling. The hum from the speakers. The perfect imperfection. So primitive by today’s standards, yet so amazing that a simple vinyl disc with all of those intricate little grooves can produce something so complex and beautiful. In a world of instant music downloads and mix CD’s, I am so grateful that there are still places that records and players can be purchased. They help remind me to slow down. To stop aggressively pursuing perfection or instant results in the things that I do. To have patience. To enjoy the now.
To just be.