childhood, honesty, music

Remembrance of Records Past

Proust had his madeleines. Me? I have Fiddler on the Roof. Specifically, the original film soundtrack on vinyl, which I put on last week just for fun, only to be emotionally transported back to high school at Tevye's first words. See, I was an odd duck in high school. Convinced that I had been born in the wrong… Continue reading Remembrance of Records Past