Possibly mortal, and mildly nostalgic. I figured if I’m one day going to die anyway, I might as well go down spinning. So I upgraded my turntables, a mixer, and dug out the records I couldn’t part with. Let’s see if — after a bit too long time — I can still remember how any of this works.

Bear with me while I relearn the craft, one dusty groove at a time.
Expect crackles, clumsy fades, and questionable choices.