As sadly stated in my previous post, my beloved laptop was swiped from the train, so I am no longer a person with any gigabytes to their name. I'm also someone who rarely asks for favors, but now dear fellow vintager, the time has come . . . I need your HELP.
Being that i've lost all my music (except what I have on blessed ol' vinyl), if you could find in your heart to make me a compilation CD of your favorite songs, so I can begin to re-build a love-filled musical library, I would be beyond elated.
Whomever sends me a mix-CD, shall receive a beautiful Thunderwing Press gift in return, and maybe even a vintage surprise (so don't forget to enclose your address).
Please donate compilations to:
Thunderwing c/o J.B. Taylor
737 Route 9D, Garrison, New York 10524
Dealing with all of this has made me feel more nostalgic than ever for the days before hard drives . . . when we were just trading 'zines through the mail, buying LPs at the record store, and if you wanted to find out about cool things, you had to read books and British mags, know a craggly old punk dude, and watch 120 Minutes.
In vintage love and harmony,