"Terrible love, it's the only kind of love." -- Matt Berninger
Listening to vinyl is one thing, but collecting? Oh, collecting. I've found myself converted after purchasing this -- my first vinyl -- and listening to it on repeat ever since early February. I was so fortunate to find this treasure (truly, a treasure; up until now I'd believed this violet pressing to be a short run, limited edition piece that at this stage could only be sourced through eBay) in Jet Black Cat's store in West End. That rainy Friday I found not only the purposefully sought goods for date night but an album I've been after for Simon for nearly three years. This jacaranda-hued 33 is a testimony to the love of music and recording live music quality. As an aside, it's also the most meaningful non-Valentine's-but-coincidentally-in-the-vicinity-of-Valentine's-Day gifts I could remotely hazard to acquire.
Buying from Jet Black Cat, irrespective of the glorious purchase detailed above, was the highlight of my afternoon. The better part of my extended sojourn was spent discussing relationship priorities and the ultimate festival requirements while getting my fix of tour and vinyl trivia. It's those moments of connection with engaged vendors that inspire me for the future. Had I not stumbled upon my stand-alone copy of High Violet, the genuine hello and ensuing conversation reminding me that passionate, kindred personalities are everywhere is just as tangible as this beloved purple disc. Thanks, Jet Black Cat.
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