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Nodding to computer radio, light years from the a.m. of my youth. Cousin Brucie fell, alas, to eight tracks. Vinyl beware of cassettes, forsooth. Reel to reel’s dying protests were tragic. CD’s were the new … Read more
Nodding to computer radio, light years from the a.m. of my youth. Cousin Brucie fell, alas, to eight tracks. Vinyl beware of cassettes, forsooth. Reel to reel’s dying protests were tragic. CD’s were the new … Read more