There are so many ambient albums that could be considered Impossible Vinyl, but there is one that leaps out in particular.
Browsing: Impossible Vinyl
Some part of me is glad that this album hadn’t been released the second time I drove across the Nullarbor, because I would have rinsed it, therefore spoiling it for myself. Instead I listened to the Spinner’s song ‘I’m Coming Home’ about 17 times a day and spoiled that instead.
There’s a shot in so many Hollywood movies where the main character, separated from their loved ones, looks up at the moon and takes comfort from knowing they’re under the same sky. What about listening to old lyrics that someone dear to you loved?
