So, topped off a pandemic Monday by chasing our suddenly skittish abused rescue dog around a park trying to get a leash on her for an hour in the dark as she wouldn't let us get within 5 feet. Fucking terrifying. Now home drinking FUCKING EVERYTHING.
This Lamb MOV pressing is one of my favorite albums in my collection. It sounds so damn good, and it's color is purdy too.
I felt the need to say this for some reason, DO NOT QUESTION ME
Basement party room reno starts tomorrow and I'm NOT putting a second turntable down there. Nope... no sir. Why would I need to-nuh uh no... That would just be.... I mean c'mon right? RIGHT? I mean I JUST got finished with the upstairs one why would I-OKAY FINE MAYBE I'LL PUT A TURNTABLE DOWN THERE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
When my wife asks I'm blaming you.
The amount of nostalgia I have for David Grays "White Ladder" is seriously f*cking with my "I don't need David Grays "White Ladder"" internal narrative.
Guys, you have to go to the vinyl flat thread, there is a brain breaking mystery going on and if I don't get an acceptable answer it's going to break my brain.