It’s been a while since I last made it out to a record show.
Since my stroke, getting around just hasn’t been easy—my mobility’s limited, my muscles aren’t what they used to be, and any improvement in my mental clarity seems to have stalled.
Still, the itch to flip through crates never really goes away. That’s why, for the first time in three years, I held my breath, grabbed my cane, and made the trek to the very plainly named Vinyl Record Show of Oklahoma City at the Hilton Garden Inn & Edmond Conference Center.
What can I say? Wasting away is a slow, painful process—but it’s easier with a great soundtrack.
With my $15 admission ticket, I was given a cup of ice water, a neon green wristband, and access to all the vinyl I could want to buy that day.