Unable to find an extension cord, I finally end up plugging in the record player to a half-burned out string of Christmas lights that's been lying around since Christmas. After a little fiddling the turntable spins, I drop a the needle into the groove, and the peculiar interstellar silence of ambient record noise, the crackles of dust and static, comes out of the speakers.
We settle back on the couch to listen as the music begins, me pleased that I haven't lost my touch -after all these years still able to find precisely the spot between songs.
But the drunken warble in the first notes let's us know that all is not well with our chosen medium, and we look at each other in dismay as a mildly distorted "Puff the Magic Dragon" warps the air.
One year ago: Ditched
Two years ago: Clouds (Irritations/Pretensions)
Three years ago: Bonus 4ED: Morocco 3/19/14, Preference
Four years ago: We Are Not Entirely Understood
Nine years ago: Detoxing the Jedi Way