We have four iPhones in the house, and a family Apple One account. This means we can all listen to most any song, at a whim.

Yet: Aaron is a vinyl kid. He’s been collecting records. He has a record player. He goes to record shops. Tonight, on the way home from dinner, we went to Wall to Wall Sound and Videoat his behest. This expansive museum to a bygone era is named, most purposefully, after a now-defunct audio chain I frequented. I had a blast browsing the stacks, and would have absolutely purchased the debut Danzig album, were it in stock.

I really need to listen to Madonna’s True Blue record again. It has nothing to do with my taste in music now or even in the last 40 years, but I had a cassette as a kid and I listened to it constantly on my Walkman. It was the soundtrack to my walk to the bus stop each morning in second or third grade. I suspect I’d enjoy it today. And one time, I remember the section of “White Heat” where there’s a gunshot in the audio, played immediately when my grandfather started his car, and it scared the crap out of him. We had a good laugh over it.