Those Imperfections


I like listening to records. My generation, for the most part, has missed out on this simple pleasure. There's just something so amazing about putting the record on the player, moving the needle over it, flipping the switch...hearing the imperfections of those old records. After a while, you memorize the exact placement of each scratch,... Continue Reading →

George Saved Me


I don't remember the exact moment I first heard George Harrison's voice, because I probably didn't think anything of it. After all, I was too young to remember the first time I heard The Beatles blasting through the speakers in our living room. At that point in my life, I couldn't possibly have known what... Continue Reading →

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