Dear Friends, on this day, a day ago, were fourandtwentyblackbirdsbakedinapie all with vinyl, all in motion. And on this day, I dreamt that I could sustain this suspension forever — the simple belief in imaginings of what may one day be real, or not, depending seemingly on gestures of whim. Realizing it's all the same and alright. Forwards and in reverse, a circle remains the same no matter which way you travel. The point is, to free yourself enough so that you may enjoy either direction.
Right now, my circle more closely resembles an obtuse elipse. Each time I stitch together a mix, I wish that I might lay it down to rest. Call it quits and seek out an alternative pastime. Like base jumping. Something safer, with far less heartache.
Yet there are so many analogue recordings that should be played and heard until their grooves dictate otherwise - Vinyl disques that were made to be cherished, passed hand-to-hand, celebrated and cried over. Love lessons in rotation.
