sunday morning coming down 
Exile on Main St.
Sunday Morning Coming Down is an investigation into what's good in vinyl, both old and new. Here, it's the Rolling Stones that get the treatment, with possibly the Stones' finest moment, Exile on Main St. With tiger, tiger closed on Sunday, I thought it would be sorta pertinent to name my page after Merle Haggard's country classic: "I woke up Sunday morning, no way to hold my head that didn't hurt, and I tried to find my cleanest dirty shirt...", but not because the tigers' have been on a ‘slap closed the wooden doors, it's the weekend' bender, or have shoddy domestic habits, or are even slightly fond of country music... The title relates to what I look forward to each Sunday: waking in the morning, brewing a big pot of Fiori coffee, climbing up to the loft, turning off my phone and playing vinyl for an hour or so. It is true what is said about vinyl, and the golden deep sound it imparts with the crackle and pop adding to the aural experience. In a world of impersonal programming, uploading, downloading, there is something humbling about slipping the record out of its sleeve, gently placing it on the turntable, dropping the needle amongst the swirling black, and waiting breathlessly for a few seconds for the tune to flood your head, then laying back with a coffee and the album cover to loose yourself in...
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