Vinyl Dreams Part 1

Tunes from the past are a healing balm. The flood of what you were doing rush in

and take you there… wherever “there” was.

You used to be serenaded by tuning in on your radio station and once your song hit

the DJ’s turntable, choruses of :”That’s my soo-nn-gg; that’s my jaa-mm; turn it up!” rang out throughout the house.

Whichever way you moved didn’t matter becuz each one got caught up in the time warp, the R&B time continuum of finger snapping, butt shakin’, jumpin’, snaking yo neck, cuttin’ yo rug and beating the rhythms on any steady surface.


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