In the mid 90s, I lived in Denver a block from Wax Trax. We'd find there silly records for a dollar and they were fun. This is a brief re-creation of the atmosphere of that house in the late afternoon when we'd crack our first beer or glass of wine. A lot of these records are also from thrift stores, so they're a little banged up and scratchy. I still pick up records like these when I find them.
