I’ve recently acquired a turntable that outputs directly to mp3 via a USB cable. Finally, all that vinyl in the top of my closet that has followed me halfway around the world can be put to some use.
I have a feeling that is not the end of it.
Is there a male out there my age that didn’t dream of a diminutive and highly naked Pat Benetar driving a black and gold Trans Am 6.6, loaded to the spring stops with guitars and beer, into their boyhood driveway?
I think not.