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Marcelo's avatar

"My records were my only refuge from the typical school bullies and countless financial crises you can expect to find in one of the most male-dominated, football (soccer)-obsessed and economically unstable countries in the world, where sadly some homophobia still persists, and where rampant inflation and currency defaults are par for the course."

I needed to call this out first! Haven't read a more accurate description in a long time! Sadly though...

I also got my first turntable on the recommendation of a friend that visited me in London last year... and wow! I'm still so thankful that he did suggest that! It's a whole beautiful experience. Playing "Dónde están los ladrones?" by Shakira on vinyl still makes me emotional... remembering all those childhood years listening to her music on CD for countless hours to "escape" the world you've just described above.

My mum had many records at home in Buenos Aires - I'm still hoping I will find a hidden gem among those (whenever it is I decide to visit Argentina, lol)!

So relatable, all of it! x

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Kevin Alexander's avatar

"..my perfect day out as a kid meant going to my local record shop and spending hours browsing through the stalls. My mum would patiently wait for me because I was never done browsing. "

My grandmother would wait for me too. I'd tell her I'd just be a little bit, but we both knew I was lying.

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