I’m a huge fan of music, and frankly don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for music; probably jump off a cliff or something.
The other night I was talking to my dad–I don’t recall what about exactly–and the subject ended up on The Beatles and some of their records. I mentioned how I thought Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was probably their best record (and, generally, the best record in history), upon which he jumped up, ran to his rack of vinyls, shuffled through them for a bit, and voila:
The original 1967 record. I felt like I was in heaven. A few hours later, I slipped the record out of its sleeve, put it on my dad’s old record player and listened. It was like listening to the Gods themselves:
There is just nothing like it. More pics at my flickr.
Lasse Havelund on August 19th, 2007