(Sevens, a recurring feature on Aquarium Drunkard, pays tribute to the art of the individual song.)
Due to storage, or the lack thereof here in my L.A. abode, the majority of my vinyl collection resides back in the Southeast. Over the past few years I have been bringing it out west, piecemeal, to L.A., one flight home at a time. As I can only fit, say, 10-15 LPs in my suitcase at a time, one must be judicious in the choosing of . . .
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