Coming from a small southern town, I grew up hearing (not to be confused with listening to) country music. All day, all the time – EVERYBODY listened to country music. I decided well before I was a teenager that I wanted to break the monotony and look into other genres of music. Thanks to the combination of YouTube, the radio, and grandparents with great recommendations, I became interested in music from the 1950s and 1960s (and eventually 1970s and 1980s). Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, Nat King Cole – you name it, I listened to it. It eventually came to my attention that the music I listened to was made during the heyday of vinyl records. While I cannot remember the exact sequence of events that led to my collecting vinyl records, I only knew that it made sense to listen to the albums in the format that they were meant to be listened to. In 2012, I bought my first record, which was Fleetwood Mac’s 1975 self-titled album. Thankfully, my dad still had his old childhood record player and was more than happy to set up a stereo system for my album. Many record stores, flea markets, and Christmas presents later, my collection has grown to encompass everybody from Frank Sinatra to Fall Out Boy.