One of my very favorite things to find at the thrift shop are records. I have digital versions of most of the albums in our collection, but having the vinyl in your hand with that original cover art is a thrill. Listening to Nancy Sinatra sing Bang Bang through all the pops and scratches of a well played record is so much fuller an experience for me than the clean digital version. It feels magical and historic. We are transported.
How does that grab you, says Nancy. It grabs us good, says all the people.
Lovely tunes and marvy melodies, all of them gravid with meaning.
All of them sung by the niceness of Nancy.
All of them like to mess your head, forevermore.