There has never been any weather i couldn’t afford, any excuse i could not borrow, any light i could not contemplate, any dream i could not follow. There has never been any silence i could not empty, any war i could not deceive, any introduction i could not fathom, or any poem i could not leave.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
