I was a skinny, goofy ballet dancer raised Catholic in Buffalo, NY. Even though I attended mass regularly, my churches were New World Record and Record Theatre.
Playing vinyl in my mother’s studio apartment at Summer Street and Elmwood Avenue was a religious experience, and one of my most creatively formative from childhood. Whether it was Lynn Stanford’s Music for Ballet Class for a self-taught barre lesson or a rad Bowie import of “Heroes” sung in German and French, placing the record on the turntable and setting the needle down gently opened the skies and a portal to my soul.
An effort of mine for 2021’s to grow my vinyl collection. Buy a lovely turntable. Praise the geniuses who’ve passed and laud those who build our today and tomorrow. Hallelujah and blessed be.
More to come. #eatingatme
