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When I was 15, I remember buying singles like The Lion Sleeps Tonight,  Louie, Louie,  Wild Thing, I Got You Under My Skin… I remember buying 45 RMP plastic speed adapters for pennies- pressing them into the center of the records hearing them click in place. They were a part of my youth, little plastic things that popped out of the pockets of my jeans whenever my mom did the wash, invaluable, necessary, plastic discs that appeared everywhere - inside my jewelry box, on top of my dresser, even in bottom of my black & white, catholic saddle-shoes… incredible, magically, musically endowed, little middle plastic things, like guitar-picks, strumming radiant sounds in a back-yard universe across the beams of a basement winter's homily inside the space-lined ears of a bleached blond teenager whose heart & soul were permanently scorched.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Ode to the 45 RMP Adapter
When I was 15, I remember buying singles like The Lion Sleeps Tonight,  Louie, Louie,  Wild Thing, I Got You Under My Skin… I remember buying 45 RMP plastic speed adapters for pennies- pressing them into the center of the records hearing them click in place. They were a part of my youth, little plastic things that popped out of the pockets of my jeans whenever my mom did the wash, invaluable, necessary, plastic discs that appeared everywhere - inside my jewelry box, on top of my dresser, even in bottom of my black & white, catholic saddle-shoes… incredible, magically, musically endowed, little middle plastic things, like guitar-picks, strumming radiant sounds in a back-yard universe across the beams of a basement winter's homily inside the space-lined ears of a bleached blond teenager whose heart & soul were permanently scorched.
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patricia-valese
American
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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