When I wrote about our new record player, my dad left a comment on the post:
Remember, I have about ten feet of vinyl you’re welcome to browse the next time you’re here!
I’m here now, and oh my goodness have I browsed. Sunday was a rainy, blustery day at my folks’ house, so we spent the day indoors. I made myself a cup of coffee, went down the stairs to my dad’s man cave, and started flipping through albums.
My dad asked, “Do you want to listen to some while you search?” and we put on an old Rod Stewart album, then Queen, then a Beatles album my daughter picked out.
I got more and more excited as a looked, remembering albums I had listened to when I lived at home, and finding others I appreciate even more now as an adult. Every ten seconds I texted my husband. “23 Beatles albums!” “OMG, U2, Simon & Garfunkel. Do you like The Who?” “Should I grab Chicago?” “I’ve got the Star Wars soundtrack in my lap :-)”
As I searched, Dad found a few he hadn’t digitized yet, so he’s got a stack he’s working on before we leave. Cream. Pink Floyd. Jesus Christ Superstar.
I don’t have enough room in the car for all the albums we’re taking with us, and my husband is dying to know what I grabbed. I have a feeling I’m going to have to find a new place for my books. It looks like an entire shelf will be filled with vinyl when I get home.
Thank you, Mom and Dad 🙂