An anglophone from the west. A francophone town. Hoo boy.

Friday, August 1, 2008

and we played records

This week, I'm in the process of discovering music. The boy's parents were getting rid of their old turntable, and we, packrats that we are, have given it a home here. It came complete with their record collection -- mostly French-Canadian folk singers. The collection also includes fine 80's specimens of Miami Vice (not one, but two different soundtracks!).

So I've been enjoying the snap, crackle, pop, and occasional skip of old records. It's a sound that goes well with the falling rain and thunderstorms, at least until the power goes out.

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