Beauty Is Not In The Common.

Sometimes I think of you as the perfect record. The kind you find in a musty, second hand store, in a small town. One that is not frequented by the classic collector. There you were, amongst the average, and the ordinary...the perfect piece of vinyl. And, even though I know that there are digital copies with pristine sounds, I love the way the needle scratches across your grooves. You ensure that the silences between songs never gets too silent. There is such beauty in a moment that is not typical.