Alice Cooper

I never cry. Not to be one for the nostalgia but it is remembering when the hi-fi played a bigger part in life that fondness wells up. The power switch was a metal lever. The armature and stylus gouged molecular bits, flinging the vinyl particles into space as the slow decay was passed out large speakers in sound. Each pass dulled the sharpness of the cut. From Alice Cooper Goes To Hell to The Joshua Tree, objects to hold and protect knowing each time I listen, a little more is lost.

Though, the compact disc was a triumph, these small machines are a waste of space.

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