Today I saw a pile of discs over a table, I started to flip around them and found a couple of good ones. The discs were there because my mom was about to throw them away.
I saved some and listened to them.
Boy oh boy, I had to clean the turntable. What an experience.
Push the start button and I remember start hearing that noise that you know doesn't belong to the music but sometimes is fondly missed.
A disc that probably is older than most people of this board is, Paul Anka gold collection, which belong to my grandmother.
The disc starts to play and there's some crackles and pops, then Diana starts, some genuine old songs for a genuine old format. I felt almost like a child, the smell, the distortion, the weared record is simply something SO particular.
Ohhh the nostalgy.
I saved some and listened to them.
Boy oh boy, I had to clean the turntable. What an experience.
Push the start button and I remember start hearing that noise that you know doesn't belong to the music but sometimes is fondly missed.
A disc that probably is older than most people of this board is, Paul Anka gold collection, which belong to my grandmother.
The disc starts to play and there's some crackles and pops, then Diana starts, some genuine old songs for a genuine old format. I felt almost like a child, the smell, the distortion, the weared record is simply something SO particular.
Ohhh the nostalgy.