Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Music says the things you can't

The only thing missing is my ass.
I got started on sorting my records yesterday. I played some Sam Cooke, danced with the dogs, and crated albums. I think there may have been more dancing than actual crating but, whatevs.

My record collection is an amalgamation of mine and Uncle Charlie's records. Through time we both had a lot of our records borrowed and never returned or, just outright stolen. He once had some vintage first press Elvis records. I once had Krokus and Twisted Sister.

The most interesting records in the collection are those few that make me think, was this mine or his?


Your guess is as good as mine.
One thing I know for certain: I need to buy more music. A lot more.

And not just Krokus and Twisted Sister.

Titty sprinkles!



Go ahead and dance wherever you are.