Record Collections

In a closet, stuffed in bags, My records gather dust. The player’s gone and speakers, too, But keeping them’s a must. My friend is giving hers away, But on the other side, My sister got my cousin’s batch, Passed to her when he died. I hear that vinyl’s coming back, Yet those of us of age, Remember our collections, Adding groups we saw on stage.* It was a thrill to hear a song And buy a new LP, Which way back then was how We gained accessibility. A needle on a record, Careful, so it wouldn’t scratch, Did provide a magic feeling that No other modes can match. *Often on The Ed Sullivan Show