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 speakers on either side of  my 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”