I dialed in on the modem, taking the call from the Midwest; his voice was a refreshing change from the mundane.
I listened over four years; curious and intent on rubbing elbows. It had been awhile, and (totally) worth the wait.
I cracked open the spine, creasing the cover- it’s tradition that I wear the words down with my hands. The cover is shiny and slick, smells fresh pressed; just the way I like it.
Now, armed with a new playlist I’m off to the races; an LP turnstyle cranking up the tunes.
[ now i get it ]