spinnin' the black circle

i have been sick with the flu for the past 2 days (trust me to be sick on the first day of a long weekend). bed-ridden and gulping down insane amounts of orange juice have caused me to watch all my unwatched dvds. i am officially bored. so i decided to go on a soundtrip with my beloved ipod:

right in the middle of listening to owner of a lonely heart, i suddenly missed old sounds: sound of the record player scratching on the surface of a vinyl record, the "noise" and the "crunch" that only comes from old LPs.

i know i was born at a time when cassette tapes were all the rage, but with my dad's vast vinyl collection, i grew up listening to old LP records, cause for me and my dad, the vinyl has a certain charm, a personality.

so what's a sick girl to do when you're bored and longing to hear old sounds? i decided to raid my dad's music library and here's what i found:

there were hundreds of LPs but i was in the mood for these.

...coz my dad is a yes man.

...and mum is a rasta.

i listened to debussy way before edward and bella popularized it...

my bestfriend isla gave me this record: she bought it in a garage sale in ras tanura

my dad told me i used to dance and shake my booty to this record when i was a toddler

and i saved the best for last..

the 4 magicians

yes, i am ready to go...

...on a magical mystery tour...

i feel better already. :)