Music isn\'t the same anymore.
The purity and grit are gone.
It\'s mechanical and cold.
I remember the days of
records and record players.
The crack and pop, the
sizzling booming bass that
rumbled in my soul.
I think of a song, let\'s say
something by Zeppelin.
I close my eyes and smell
the weed, see the
blacklight poster on
the brick basement walls.
I lift up the needle and
ramble on.