When I was a kid, every so often my mother would rummage through her vinyl collection and put a record on the turntable.
I smile when I think back to the times we listened to The Ventures Play Telstar. The pseudo-eponymous track “Telstar” is in so many ways a personal favorite, a song that takes me back like no other. A song I now most often enjoy alone.
I don't play vinyl at my house—I don't have a turntable or any records. Long gone are the days of putting on an album and letting it play from beginning to end to fill the space of a lazy afternoon.
But sometimes, when doing a mundane chore like washing dishes, I might pull up a playlist on Spotify and cast it to the Apple TV.
And while I don't have any memories of my mother ever dancing, dance parties are common at the LaCaze house.
Our experiences aren't exactly like the ones I had when growing up. But somehow, despite the years and the changes in technology, they're close enough.