I was at Big Ron's the other day to celebrate Christmas and boy howdy, he was in the giving mood. Not only did he give me some awesome presents, I mentioned that I'd like to borrow his turn table and BAM, it was in my hands. Thinking I might as well press my luck and ask to borrow an album or two, because let's face it, with no records a turn table is just a rotating coaster. What do ya know? BAM, my hands were full of classics. Floyd, The Doors, Beatles (for a moment, I thought better and put those back, no reason to be greedy or rude), and Joe Walsh. I was as giddy as a fat man at an all you can eat buffet. The whole trip home I planned what order I would play the vinyl and imagined how good they'd sound. Once the needle made contact and the music started to play, I felt like I was in the middle of the revolution...so much so when I realized I wasn't wearing bell bottoms I was surprised. Although this wasn't a Christmas present it was most definitely given with the same joy, warmth, and enthusiasm one would give a Christmas present.
Thanks dad.
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