It’s been a hard year.
To help keep myself sane I’ve started listening to Jazz on vinyl. It’s a type bit of middle-aged dad pretension that people make jokes about but there is just something about the experience. Spotify and the like offer torrents of information. A record is a limpid pool of condensed truth, a real moment captured forever on a physical object.
So yeah, call me a Vinyl Dad. I can take it.
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