I started to write about the weather again because it is safe to say that it has only gotten worse but then I remembered that I had already wrote about it in my last post. The suffering is real when you consider lighting yourself on fire while walking to class because you have convinced yourself that you would be more comfortable aflame than you would numb and miserable. This soapbox already feels worn out.
My 21st birthday passed by over the weekend and my parents were the only one's who got me a present that did not alter my mind (although I did take a shot with my Dad.) They got me a modern day record player and a few records. As someone who was born into the age of technology and often saw things that already have predecessors as out of date, I never thought about owning a record player as a good use of time or money. The trick to having good use out of a record player is finding music that would more likely be on vinyl (i.e., older music) and finding out what you enjoy. Jazz has always been one of my favorite genres and I have always listened to it off of iTunes and my Dad always told me it never sounded the same. Not until I played a Miles Davis on my record player did I really understand what he was saying. It would be hard to argue that the quality of the music was better but something about the sound of it was different. It was as if I went to a concert blindfolded. Instead of my record player sitting on top of my dresser it was Miles Davis propped up against playing a concert for one but luckily for me this concert has no end. I doubt I will completely indulge myself into listening to vinyls and give up all other forms but it is a nice hobby to have.
R.I.P. Miles Davis
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