Sacking out thinking of the state of vinyl. I gotta be up early, so I’ll keep this short. Tomorrow is Record Store Day, which I’ll faithfully avoid.

Today I picked up thirty-year-ish anniversary reissues of Seefeel’s QUIQUE and Unrest’s PERFECT TEETH. Tomorrow I’ll sell some light rotation records for Verve’s A STORM IN HEAVEN. It didn’t always feel like cheating to delve into the past—as long as it was the collective past. The kind David Fricke writes about.

The last few new releases I picked were by artists I’ve known for at least fifteen years. The longer you go on the weirder the idea of recent becomes.

The new Japanese Breakfast is growing on me. And Lucy Dacus is in love hasn’t even entered my room, yet.

Things an old dude dreams of inscrutably. And how Lucian Freud’s portrait of David Hockney is the best of the century.