I’m finally starting to go through and purge my record collection.
As much as I’m really not a fan of her and her book, I’m trying to use the KonMari method and as such I shall never get rid of this record even though I have never listened to it because let me tell you
Nothing I have ever experienced in my life has ever sparked as much joy in me as the cover of this record did at 3 am last night.
Why is he so mad? Are the woodwinds mooning him? Did the entire brass section decide to stop in the middle of Brahms’ Symphony No. 2 in order to play a jaunty rendition of Yakety Sax? Is this really the best photograph of the conductor they could get? Is his face just like that? I have so many questions.
The Paradox Machine 