vinyl is my truth...vinyl is in my blood...from the time I played my first 45 it was love. the joy of saving my allowance just to buy the latest release from my favorite artist at the record store on the corner. the scratch...the backspin...the crossfade...the touch...the feel...the smell...the sound. hours of listening to find just the right grooves. digging through the record bins...loading crates for parties...memories permanently etched in my mind like the track grooves on an album.
when I need to reground myself I focus on my truth...vinyl is my truth.