I remember when I was a teenager and I worked in the summer, I would save up my money to buy clothes and albums. Nothing could compare to the feeling of peeling the plastic wrap off the album cover and removing the album oh so gently, as to not not get fingerprints on it. I would then place the album on the record player. I had to hold on to the liner notes, just in case it had the song lyrics written on it. Then I'd sit back and hear that little crackling sound, right before the first song started to play. I found my own little paradise right there in my room; with Michael, John Cougar( He didn't go by Mellencamp at the time) Duran Duran and so many others. They were singing to me and about things I could relate to. The whole world seemed like it stopped and started once that needle touched the vinyl.
