There’s a birthday coming up. It’s a little ways off but a recent visit from M&D kick-started the whole thing with a record player. Yes, records, not vinyl, although I often use the word vinyl when talking about records. I have also been known to say “LP” in between.
Anyway, never mind that, I am so excited about working through my old record collection. I’ve heard the songs many times but I haven’t played my records for about twenty-five years. Maybe more. I don’t like to think about it.
Actually, that’s a lie. I love thinking about lying in my teenage room – how I ever fit in the bunkbeds I’ll never know – listening to The Boss or Bryan Adams, a bit of Tom Petty, more Bryan Adams, a tonne more Springsteen before pinching mum’s Billy Joel or Phil Collins. I even listened to the Grease movie soundtrack – double LP! – over and over, getting up to change sides. That’s at least three times I had to slide off my bed to turn the record over.
So now I’m doing it all again and borrowing a tonne of vinyl – yeah, I said it – from the library.
I usually listen to music in the office, pretty loud, but upstairs.
The record player is downstairs.
Jane has started a Christmas wishlist, which is amazing because she never wishes for anything.
Top of the list, and the only thing on the list is…
Noise-cancelling headphones!
Chris
:o)