My fingernails vibrate
As the dial reaches eleven
Taking me back to my parents basement
Scolded if it reached anything over seven
Relaxing every muscle, in 7th heaven.
Goosebumps rise as the bell tolls
Awakening every hair follicle
Maintaining a state of nostalgia
Excited within my body, is every molecule
Entering a feeling of bliss, where audio becomes optical.
Subtle pops prelude the song that follows
Anxiously waiting for music to appear
Watching the needle drag on the vinyl
To its hypnotic motion, I adhere
And for the next 29 minutes...
....I disappear.
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I have so many memories of that needle dragging on the vinyl. Such a different time. I enjoyed the write.
Thank you Lasergraph. I appreciate the compliment, glad I could take you back, even if it was just briefly.
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