Getting back to the music that started it all for me. I have to write about the time when I was young and had a fight with my mother (one of many) and I got so mad I absolutely wanted to leave home so I did. I took what was the most important for the young child that I was, my so precious 45 rpms, all of them. Now I was quick to put them under my arms and leave as fast as I could but when kids are in a hurry then tend to forget things, imporant things. How was I gonna play those old 45 rpms (the equivalent of that now would be cd singles)? Afterall I didn't bring my cute ladybug turntable with me!
Damn, I had to go back home realizing it wasn't the right time to leave home. Same thing happen a few times afterwards. I guess I was pretty stubborn and stupid back then.
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Hey it's my musicaholic friend
You know I won't be able to stop talking about music. That could be painful for my little fingers.
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