“That’s how you know it’s on vinyl,” Kaysy grinned. From the speakers, the crackle of the record could barely be heard –– but in the empty room, it was clear as any other voice.
“What’s the typical phrase…” Gwen mused, tapping her chin. “It sounds ‘warmer?’”
“I’ve never understood that,” said Dania. “It’s music, how is it gonna be warm?”
Seemingly in response, the album began just as Dania finished speaking, with a strum across the guitar and an insistent rhythm on the bass string. Before more than a moment had passed, a voice joined the tune and provided the beginnings of a story.
I went out looking for the answers / and never left my town…