A Classic, from Just Down the Street

The centerpiece of my teenage room was my stereo. I had a killer turntable with a receiver, a dual tape deck and beautiful sounding┬áspeakers on either side of ┬ámy bed. Behind my turntable were two milk crates, stacked on top of one another, holding my 250 record albums. The first album I really remember listeningContinue reading “A Classic, from Just Down the Street”