These lonely nights of poetry are permeated delightfully.
21/01/2021
There’s just something about
A fresh piece of vinyl
That hits the spot so sweetly
And in just the right way
The artwork is huge
The liner notes always profound
And that feeling as the needle hits
Just feels so special
CD’s are soulless
Tapes too primitive
And Spotify requires
Internet and bandwidth
But a record my friend
Is a thing of beauty
Simple
Lovely
Soulful
Tactile
So I spend the cash
I really don’t have
Without a shadow of guilt
And euphony is the result
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I’m slowly building up a nice little record collection. You might think it’s too much hassle but on the contrary. Spotify requires sitting and searching in the smartphone whereas the record on the player begins with just a press of a button.
So these lonely nights of poetry are permeated delightfully with the sounds of fresh vinyl.
I could not agree more. Love the poem
Joanna
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Lovely poem, Christo. I remember the days before tapes and CDs. Enjoy your collection!
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Thanks Cheryl, a record collection is a beautiful things. Wishing you the best as always:)
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