Vinyl Memories....

When I was a child I would spend countless hours in my grandmother's basement. We had the most glorious adventures down there with her cedar trunk full of dress up clothes, the old books full of poetry and children's stories, mostly though, it was the old record player that would hold our attention. She had books and music of all different types that we could choose from. We would carefully place the vinyl albums on the player and adjust the settings. Oh the memories of dancing to the music or sitting around listening to the stories! Sometimes we would get creative and move the settings on the player. One switch would distort the sound to make it low and slow while another did the opposite creating a high pitched speedy presentation difficult to even understand. These settings created discord in how the music and stories were meant to be heard. It made them difficult to understand and the clashing of sounds were difficult to listen to for any extended period of time without becoming greatly annoyed.

Sometimes I feel like my life is like this old record player. Sometimes I feel it emits beautiful music or stories of adventure and intrigue. Other times I can tell that things are "off". The settings are all wrong and the discord is truly "annoying". I know what everything is supposed to "sound like" but getting the switches all in place at the right time lately seems to be quite the chore. I finally get something in place the way that it should be and something else falls apart. I can't seem to get it all orchestrated long enough to really make a difference.

I miss the music.