It’s one thing to listen to music, like what you hear, and even love it, but it another thing to play and to be played. You know you have crossed over when everyday natural sounds are now melodic, rhythmic, and beating in your head. You heart keeps in step, your tongue counts the beats, and your mind…the needle on the record. You hear music everywhere you go. You become the vibrations, and they move you in a way that makes you want to move them back with the same passion and intensity that they moved you with. Your ears have evolved into megaphones that can hear a wave length tremble. But it seems your equipment is never good enough to capture that audio crispness that plays over and over in your head. You are on the tip and as the record passes beneath you, you put your fingers down and let its smoothness glide by. You’ve gone beyond the b-side, and the music did this, these sounds created you, they produced you to produce them, to reinvent them, to keep the record spinning. Just as a producer produces sounds into music, the sound of music produced the producer. So you wonder for a moment, who is producing who here? But you know, this is how the record spins.