My monhtly vinyl budget has just been cut in half. After paying Jay, and keeping his legacy alive, I'm listening to "Jay Stay Paid." Bobbin my head to some spacecowboy shit. Just thought I should let the internets know I'm makin my way through vinyl land to end up in wax heaven, or maybe Polyvinyl chloride hell. I certainly don't hope that's the case, but who knows, maybe Satan is a bad ass DJ. Anyways just tellin you and yours about my latest addiction. Should you also have such an addiction, comment me about some good rehab clinics or ways lay off the vinyl. There's one thing I'm sure of, I ain't going cold turkey.
2 comments:
Easy as falling off a log! Just give all your vinyl to Bamalot, lock yourself up for a month, and you`ll be fine my son.
Bless you,
Vinylicious
ahahaha you must be joking my man! What's the point in that.
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