All's not well at the Dacha, the snow has returned as a blizzard and locally it's down to -8 outside this night. I'm about to quaff my Horlicks and sleep, yea, per chance to dream about Kaji Meiko, the blizzard from the netherworld...
Inspired by my recent post exulting the warm recollections of Tubular Bells, I am taking delivery of my latest obi clad LP, the 1974 Japanese release YQ-7005-VR featuring a quite beautiful Exorcist obi strip. So...I couldn't resist and out came the obi strip emergency fund piggy bank*
I needed an extra boost, I've been feeling a bit brittle since being unwell, Wednesday night's brief flirtation with the Twins assisted in lifting my spirits but could not pull me completely out of current malaise.
*the piggy bank savings will one day see me pick up an original Japanese release Satori by the legendary Flower Travellin Band, you can pay £££ for a mint copy. I can wait.
And finally, the playlist...
This morning I was minded to listen to the following on the trusty iPod:
Queen of Spades - Styx
Tarot Woman - Rainbow
There Goes The Ships - Fire Spoken By The Buffalo
Close To The Edge - Yes
The Black Mass - Pagan Altar


3 comments:
One of my aunts had a record player just like that! Those were the days... that wonderful crackle and hiss of slightly warped vinyl...!
Steve - oh yes, ah the joys of vinyl and listening in the privacy of your own bedroom, and as I recall much to the horror of my parents
Am I alone in preferring CDs??? I hated all the crackles and pops and once they were scratched they were pretty useless. Never mind the horror of having a loaned LP returned with deep scratches and jumps galore. The only thing I miss about them are the sleeves, gatefold? Yes please...
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