After dragging some of the same records around for 35+ years it's suddenly occurred to me that it's okay to replace some of my most battered-to-bits platters of excellence; I'd become so accustomed to the idea that finding the albums I wanted was next to impossible (I only got the first 3 Ramones records in 1991 because my buddy Rylo found them in New Orleans) and I needed to desperately cling to any copies I could find that I was oblivious to the fact that with the click of a button I can have a brand-new copy, made of MUCH sturdier vinyl than the garbage plastic they'd sling the shit on back when I was a young buck, right between the creases of when vinyl mattered, for just $24 and instead of feeling guilty about it I can just set these faithful warriors aside and thank them for their service. 🫡
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