The Joy of Vinyl

I have fond memories of vinyl. I remember my dad bought the vinyl single of Kokomo by the Beach Boys. We listened to it 20 times in a row, but you'd have to go and restart the song each time on the record player. Oh god, that's awful. If you have to go back and reset it manually, what a pain in the butt. It is nothing but a happy memory. Do you know what? It's pure happiness. And I can still see it sitting on the record players with my dripping hands fiddling with the needle. Just a crystal clear memory in your head. Well, that's the key word there, it seems like. Brady has gotten