“You don’t know how lucky you are, boys.” — The Beatles

I learned to drive specifically to get to the good used record stores in San Francisco. I spun discs as a deejay in college, and I reviewed albums for a tiny, now defunct entertainment newspaper in Los Angeles. There is something magic about listening to vinyl.

These past few . . .

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