My dad was a lot of things, one of them a serious lover of eclectic music. His appetite voracious and taste impeccable.Last weekend I inherited the majority of his vast collection. The holy grail being his studio quality Teac Reel to Reel player and 50+, eight-hour reel tapes. Some of my first memories are watching those reels spin, hearing their contents. These hold more than music. They present a glimpse inside someone's soul, what got them off, what made them tick. I imagine it will take years to dig through it all, but I will . . .
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