In 1995 I slept alone on a mattress on the floor of a spare room in my friends apartment. While walking in the alley, I saw a brown suitcase. I was in the habit, at the time, of opening abandoned luggage, as I had found some real fine shirts earlier in the year. Inside this suitcase was a record player, or rather; the suitcase itself was a record player with a speaker too. I took it home placed it at the head of my bed, so the speaker almost touched me. Bought the "Stardust" LP to play at night. Helped me catch sleep. I needed help at that time.
(text by T. Teardrop)