Let us begin here. Let us bless the weather. Let us renew the dreams we once led. Let us pardon ourselves from conversations that have spoiled. Let us restore mercy to the banality of everyday life. Let us charm our hunger with more light. Let us reach a reconciliation with broken things. Let us not get too old too soon. Let us come into a more perfect tension. Let us reset our wounds, raise the questions, return from the darkest places with new centuries. Let us begin here. Let us begin. Let us be.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
Chasing Perfect Sound Forever 