Miles made a little Shangi-La for himself up in the attic. He made a little room with a bed, some instruments, and an old stereo. He had a record player up there too. He collected a bunch of records from the local record shops and his uncle Rob would get him records for Christmas and his birthday.
Miles liked records. He liked the old technology, much like he enjoyed his cameras he bought and played with, taking them apart and putting them back together.
A few weeks ago, I was at the big thrift shop in Selinsgrove and I bought a tape deck. At one time, this was a nice tape deck with two tape players and high-speed dubbing for recording tapes. It also has Dolby noise reduction, whatever that is.
I got the tape deck because I had recently cleaned up a closet and found all my old cassettes, including some of my mix tapes. I wanted to listen to them. Once I hooked it up, the first tape I put in was The Velvet Underground and Nico, an album I have now bought as a cassette, CD, and record. The first song on the album is “Sunday Morning.” It was so nice to rehear the tinkling tones of that opening instrument, a celesta.
Miles would have enjoyed having the tape deck too. We would have ordered cassettes on line and made mix tapes. He would have left them for people and they would have to hunt down their old tape players in order to hear the songs on them. Or they would have to come to his little room to listen with him.