In Times of Vinyl

by Regis Boff

There was a time child when we bought vinyl albums expecting every song in them to be great. Radio could play songs longer than three minutes. As striking was that these collections were often written and performed by the same person. I don’t exactly remember the first album of this kind I heard, but I know my instant reaction was to do drugs, grow my hair long, and dress in outfits that resulted in the grateful early onset of my parent’s Alzheimer’s.