Drop it in the Groove

Hello Readers and welcome to 2018! I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday season, I know I did. One of the great things that happened to me over the holidays is I FINALLY really got into old records and that smooth sound of vinyl. My family and I were out and about town a couple days before Christmas, killing some time, until we found this old store that had some antiques and a ton of used records. The store itself transported you back in time to the early days of vinyl. It was dimly lit, there were a couple of juke boxes for sales and you guessed it, it was full of records. Hell, the store itself was in a basement like room. We spent about an hour in that store flipping through records and not one of us had a record player. My dad and I ended up buying a few records and that is what kick started this craze for me. The first record I bought was Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in The USA” followed by. ” Kind of Blue” by miles Davis. Fast forward to New Years, my dad caved and bought a Denon record player. We hooked this thing up to their surround sound and threw on good Ole Miles. And boy, let me tell you I was hooked. People have always said you cannot beat the sound of vinyl and I agree. Maybe it’s just the old soul in me, but there is something so true and pure to the vinyl sound that cannot be replicated with all the digital technology we have today. You drop that needle and you get that warm crackling noise that just soothes you and makes you feel at home. Not only that, but you’re more or less forced to listen to whole albums since skipping songs is not as easy on a record. You get to hear the deeper cuts from artists that rarely see the light of day and are sometimes better than the popular songs. My parents and I spent our pre New Years eve evening listening to records and just talking. Now tell me something that is better than that? So, because of all this, my dad and I are now on a record hunting craze. I bought a record player and some more records and you best believe that I’ll be out on the town this weekend in Austin exploring record stores. What are your thoughts on vinyl? Do you have a favorite old record that you could just listen to over and over again?

Song of the Week

This new song from Chris Stapleton, “Millionaire,” is a great tune. It really reminds you of what’s most important in this life. As long as you have love for yourself, love for others, and love from ones that are most dear to you than you have it made. I had the pleasure of going back to my Alma mater this weekend for homecoming and got to see my 4 closest friends. It was a great and special time and it really reminded me of how well I have it, even if we are all apart now. This song just takes you to that place of warmth and gratitude. It makes you truly realize how “rich” you really are. Hope you all take a listen and get a similar feeling.

Breezy Trees and Crunchy Leaves

 

Hello Readers! I hope you are having a good start to your week. And if not, then maybe the fact that it’s officially Fall will cheer you up. I do not know about you guys but I love Fall. The weather starting to cool, the sweaters and heavier jackets making their seasonal debut, women in beanies, and the sense of the holidays being just right around the corner. Fall is a great time. And although it still may be warm in some places ( it is still early Fall), I am in the Fall mood. To me, nothing quite says Fall like ” It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.” To me this soundtrack just really takes me to that Fall place. As soon as I start playing it I can taste the apple pie, see the fresh pumpkin patch and smell the Fall candles. That’s what this movie/soundtrack does for me. Perhaps it does something different for you. Let me know in the comments if you’re in the Fall mood. Let’s share some Fall memories on this post! Now as I sign off until the next post, put on this soundtrack, breakout your sweaters and beanies, and let the music take you to that open pumpkin patch, or smell the pumpkin spice as you’re officially whisked away into the Fall season.