All misty eyed

The best records were those plain white sleeves with almost no info. Maybe something like mixed at King Tubby by Prince Jammy with the Revolutionaries printed on the label. But with names like that, you just knew that the right stuff was going to come out of the speakers. The records always had potholes and you had to put a quarter on the needle to keep it from skipping. It was like the records where pressed with vinyl from a gutted Chrysler interior. Ah, the good old days…