None
of you people have bought
me a subscription to Atavistic’s The Unheard Music series, though,
so I had to keep looking. And I found what I was looking for in a new stack
of old vinyl by the bookcase. Our neighbors were surprised to learn, a few
years back, that we actually still listen to vinyl. This was naturally a
little depressing, since our neighbors are much older than we are, and it
should be them and not us defending the merits of the superior format: but
things are as they are, and this week the neighbors had unearthed something
along the lines of four hundred LPs, and they were planning on giving them
all to the Goodwill or the library book sale or some such thing. They’d
asked us to stop by and see if there was anything we wanted.
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