Music
Records on a Sunday
The needle drops, there is a crackle, and the week goes away.
Sara Ek
I inherited my uncle's record player and two boxes of jazz. I didn't like jazz. Then I put one on during a rainy Sunday and listened to the whole side without moving.
Streaming lets me skip. A record doesn't. You get side A, in order, the way someone decided it should go.
Turning it over
That is the ritual. Twenty minutes, get up, flip it, sit down. It is the only time all week I listen to anything from start to finish.
