In high school, I used to sit in my room, or out on the porch and listen to music for hours doing nothing else. Just listening to the sounds formed into words, sounds formed into beats and tunes. It could be any music, nothing in true particular. This activity seemed to have gotten lost along the way for years, and years, until recently. My husband and I purchased a 6-in-1Vitrola. I never knew these existed, and now I would never go back to that ignorance. We can finally listen to our vinyls again, our old cds, even cassette tapes. I love to lie out on the sofa and listen to the songs that created who I am as I grew through the years. The music that moved me, the music that brought me to every victory, to every defeat, to every path ongoing.
See here, the Vagabond For Honey 