IN MY younger days when I used to travel light I gave away my copy of the UK band Squeeze’s Singles 45s and Under (1982). Doesn’t matter. I hardly ever play vinyl any more. That’s the domain of the other member of the household, who spends most of his spare time in an upstairs garret, spinning his discs. He says it’s my room too, but I detect a distinct…
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