One of the deepest, most richly intellectual gentlemen I have ever had the pleasure of sharing a philosophical discussion with.

Imagine if you will an individual who, after a hard day at work decides to purchase the vinyl edition of this product. Whether through an online retailer or the label itself he/she orders it and happily receives it two days later. Or, unable to tame the excitement of the wait, rushes to a sophisticated downtown record store that caters only to audiophile connoisseurs such as him or herself. The anxiety to rush home turns into a tingling sensation at dropping the needle on the record. Waves of orgasmic satisfaction immediately follow after the first sounds emanate out of the speakers. Pure joy and exaltation overcome the buyer and send him into a blissful state. On the other end, inside a damp and decrepit basement, a shadowy figure dials a number on the phone.
The words “TURBO Recordings” appear on the phone screen of a street-level pill pusher nearby. (To be continued)