Phoenix

A little while ago I had to consign my turntable to the loft. The issue was basically one of insufficient space on the rack. But today I was able to resolve that problem, and the turntable is back in it's rightful place.

I don't buy much vinyl these days, but there is still something undeniably great about the whole experience of playing a record. Yes, it has crackles and pops. Yes, you have to get up after 20 minutes to flip it over. But somehow, it seems worth it.