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I absolutely love vinyl because it brings back so many memories. I'd like to share some of those memories with you if I may.
When I was a child, my family moved from my grandmother's old house into my parents new home in another part of the city. My parents were in love, with capital letters IN LOVE, and they would dance in the living room of the new house by the record player. I thought that was so romantic until today, dance is an important part of my own lifelong romance. Yes, we dance during the day, before lunch, after dinner or whatever. It reminds me of my parents, so long ago before my father succumbed to cancer.

I love vinyl because it was the music used when my cousins taught me to dance at my uncle's house. As the youngest cousin, I was the recipient of the gift of dance they passed on to me. I learned the dances of the day, while my cousins did one another's hair and spoke in whispered tones of first kisses.
I love vinyl because I played vinyl when I went on the airwaves in the 1980's. There was a double turntable and I went live at 7:00 PM every Saturday night. As a disc jockey I loved vinyl, the bumps and background noises from the Detroit studios made it appear more live in some ways.
I love vinyl because I learned to keep house as a young woman listening to vinyl. There we were, Mother, sister and I playing Michael Jackson, when he had a normal appearance. We would dance while we dusted. We danced as wonderful smells permeated the air at home. Today, when I clean my own home; music must fill the air. It's legacy!
I love vinyl because when I was a confused teenager, I found my mother's old vinyl and finally knew that she really had been young once, too.
I love vinyl because after my Dad's death, when my Mother was mourning and everyone told me to be good and to be quiet because SHE was suffering, grieving the loss of her husband, I could turn on the music quietly and let the singer-friends comfort me as I tried to understand where had all the flowers come from and where, oh, where was my Daddy and when was he coming home and why couldn't I visit the hospital if that's where he was?
Franklin, it was those Gaye Wonderful voices that helped a little girl heal and carry on when tragedy struck and reshaped a family forever.
Thank God for vinyl! Long live vinyl!

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