Some journeys take you across coastlines, night trains, and airport terminals.
And then some journeys begin inside a record sleeve.
Vinyl has been with me for so many years that some albums have turned into quiet landmarks: the music of my teenage room, the covers that shaped my taste, the accidental discoveries in second-hand shops, and those few special records that still sound as if they release a piece of the past every time the needle drops.
“Vinyl Stories” is my way of telling that journey.
Not chronologically, not comprehensively. But in the way music actually works: unexpectedly, emotionally, slightly out of order. Sometimes nostalgic, sometimes newly found. Sometimes a lovingly worn pressing, sometimes a recent addition to the shelf.
This isn’t music journalism, and it isn’t about getting everything technically right.
It’s about what a particular record means to me:
the doors it opened, the memories it carries, the stories attached to it. And sometimes, why an album with a battered sleeve can still be the most precious one I own.
Maybe you’ll recognise something of yourself in these stories.
Maybe you’ll rediscover an old favourite.
Maybe you’ll even hear the faint crackle that accompanies every record, and every memory.
Welcome to Vinyl Stories.
Edited with Grammarly
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