Return to…

A time long ago, when we played records so loud they shook the tiny little room my brother and I shared.

I’d guess the year was 1979 or ’80—somewhere around there. The exact year doesn’t really matter. What matters are the memories returning to me now as I continue to restock the record library I once had back then.

My brother has most of the records I owned, and he also has the vintage stereo receiver and turntable that used to be mine. I sold it to him shortly after I got out of the Navy. Due to some financial difficulties I’d rather not mention, my brother offered to buy my stereo system to help me out. That meant more to me than he probably knows.

It’s been over 40 years since I last spun an album. But thankfully, I’ve returned to vinyl.

As I search for and rediscover classic rock albums from my past, I also stumble across bands I’d never heard before and discover new music along the way. I’ll mention just one here for now: Cigarettes After Sex. That alone is an intriguing name for a band. Click the link and buy one of their records.

If you’ve been away from records as long as I have, I urge you to begin that journey back to the turntable.

You won’t regret it. I promise.