All the lights are up late tonight, later than me. You are missing but the news refuses to acknowledge this, so I have gone off to dream about you. If you get this, know that the lights will still be waiting for you no matter the hour. And i will be here with a dream you can join in progress.
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 