Saturday 11 May 2013

Long Player

Vinyl spiralling back into memories, black in the pain
spun at the time by its sound, the ache then in some
bliss of discovery and now a pang of how far ago –
these records both played and chronicle in one
long line. Covers too delight and hurt in recalling:
outer, inner, gatefold, and almost origami in trying to
go beyond; how the liner notes tell stories about creating,
influence, histories – and writers wrapped up in their
own words to spin out of control. Always the music
pulling you back into the one true groove. I will
forever want their noise reminding me, the vicarious
haunt or a new thrill, and silences are interruptions
that need filling, the circle on a turntable to round
upon itself again and again in a constant of sound.

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